Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 587

Wiona was in the garden, gently arranging a bouquet of fresh flowers she’d just picked. The early afternoon sun filtered through the leaves. Molly hurried over, her steps quick and urgent.

“Ma’am, Ms. Salisbury says she wants to see you.”

Wiona kept her gaze on the flowers, fingers moving calmly. “There’s nothing for us to talk about.”

Molly shifted her weight, uncertain. “I promised her she’d be able to make her own choice.”

“She did well last time. I’m keeping my word. Just let me know what she decides.”

Honestly, Bianca had been a piece on Wiona’s chessboard from the start. Since she and Jean were moved out of Isaac’s basement, Wiona hadn’t seen Bianca in person. Their only contact was a single phone call. The rest was pictures and reports.

In the photos, Bianca looked nothing like her old self. She was thin, hollow-eyed, so fragile it was hard to believe she’d ever been anything else. Wiona had heard stories about Bianca’s first days out of the basement. She’d acted almost like a stray, crawling on the floor, begging for food, flinching at every movement, terrified of everyone around her. There was nothing normal left about her.

Bianca had assumed her rescue was just another one of Isaac’s twisted games. Even when her belly started to show, she kept her head down, always eager to prove her loyalty, desperate to avoid causing trouble.

Wiona couldn’t help feeling a little off about the whole thing. She and Bianca never really got along. But it wasn’t like they were enemies who wanted each other dead. They were just two women, both pregnant. Wiona understood, at least a little, what Bianca had been through. It made her soften, just a bit.

She’d ordered her people to help Bianca get her head around reality. When Bianca finally realized she’d really been saved—by Wiona, of all people—she broke down. She covered her face and cried so hard she could barely breathe.

After that, Bianca insisted on calling the police.

Wiona had called her then. “You want to call the police. And then what?”

“Do you think you’ll just go back to being the Salisbury family’s precious daughter?” Wiona’s voice was gentle but honest. “Bianca, let’s be real. No one’s been looking for you, not really.”

She paused for a moment. “Your brother did—he tried.”

“But he’s getting married tomorrow.”

“As for everyone else, do you honestly think anyone cares if you’re alive or not?”

“And even if you talk to the police, will they believe every word you say?”

“Maybe they’ll believe you. But your father will find a way to cover it up for Isaac. Because, when it comes down to it, your father cares more about his son than about you.”

Bianca choked on a sob. She wanted to argue, but the words just wouldn’t come. Deep down, she knew Wiona was right. She’d been missing for so long. If anyone truly wanted to find her, they’d have found her. Isaac visited the villa every week. If anyone in the family suspected him, she wouldn’t have been trapped all that time.

In the end, it was Wiona—someone Bianca used to hate—who found her. It was bitterly ironic, and painfully real. Ever since the truth about Bianca’s birth came out, it was like the world had stopped caring about her.

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