Chapter summary of Chapter 3 – Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart by Quirinus Amalia
In Chapter 3, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart by Quirinus Amalia, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart.
Moirawiped away her tears and gazed out of the window at the gray sky.
Maybe the only relief she could find was that both she and Elliott were finally free.
As she pondered, Elliott's call came through. "Daniella, did you go crying to Grandpa again? You ruined my night with Joanna."
His voice was sharp and filled with contempt. "I'm warning you—if you pull something like this again, I will cut off your credit card!"
Had this been before, Moirawould have humbly apologized, tried to explain, and done everything she could to earn his forgiveness.
But now, she simply replied coldly, "Do whatever you want."
Elliott was taken aback by her indifference but quickly sneered.
"I heard you gave birth. Having a child really gives you some backbone, huh?" His voice oozed with mockery.
"But don't forget, I'm the Stone family heir. As long as you're still in the Stone family, I'll have plenty of ways to make your life hell."
Moiraclosed her eyes, recalling how Elliott had acted before.
The first time she had caught him cheating, she had naively gone to Elliott's grandfather seeking justice, only to be met with twisted revenge.
He had used her mother to threaten her, forcing her to kneel on the freezing cold balcony, slapping herself over and over again.
That night, she had listened to Elliott and his lover making love, their voices echoing through the house while she shivered until she passed out.
He crossed his arms and scanned her with an icy gaze.
"Running around so soon after giving birth? Looking like you're perfectly fine. Guess you don't need any rest and recovery after all." He stepped closer, his voice dripping with malice.
"I have decided to bring Joanna to live in the villa. She's young, delicate, and doesn't know how to do any housework. Go ahead and process your discharge papers, so you can come back to be our maid."
As he leaned in, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "Your pain expression is the best kind of thrill for me in bed."
He stared at her intensely, expecting to see a pained and saddened look.
But Moirajust stood there, numb and calm. Bored with her indifference, when he realized there was nothing left for him to destroy, Elliott turned to a nearby nurse. "Where's the baby? Boy or girl? Bring it to me."

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