The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 28

"You're talking nonsense! I've never been married! My relationship with Kingsley Rowen ended without resolution, and that's always been my regret.

After breaking up with him, I didn't even date another boyfriend, let alone get married!"

She grabbed Kingsley Rowen's hand, crying with tears streaming down her face, “Kingsley, believe me, I've never been married.”

I dialed a number from my memory, and when the call connected, I immediately put it on speaker.

A vaguely familiar voice came through. "Who is this?"

"I'm Madeline's friend. Can I ask, are you her husband?"

Madeline Johanson went wild, rushing toward me, using my loss of balance to grab the phone from my hand and angrily slam it against the wall.

"This must be an actor you arranged in advance! We won't believe you!"

Her actions stunned Kingsley Rowen and his daughters.

If she truly wasn't married, there would be no need for such a reaction.

Kingsley Rowen was in a daze: "Madeline... what... what's going on?"

His two daughters, who were used to seeing her gentle and poised demeanor, were now terrified by her frantic behavior.

Madeline Johanson gathered her disheveled hair behind her head, took a deep breath, and calmed down: "It's nothing!"

She exchanged a look with the butler, signaling for him to throw me out.

I coldly said, "Uncle Jack, if you're not senile, you should still remember who the rightful owner of this villa is, right?"

The butler glanced at me, his legs weakening as if he might kneel.

"It... it's you!"

"Then why don't you hurry up and get these two scoundrels out of here?"

The butler, realizing I had regained my memory, naturally didn't dare treat me the way he had before.

He signaled to the servants, who all rushed forward to push Kingsley Rowen and Madeline Johanson out.

Kingsley Rowen grabbed the doorframe, refusing to leave, and snarled, "This villa is mine!

Your father wrote my name on the deed! If anyone is leaving, it's you, not me!"

I sneered, "My father made a fake deed to protect your face.

The real deed is in my hands, and I've entrusted it to Lawyer Peterson from the legal department.

If you don't believe me, you can ask him right now."

Kingsley Rowen broke free from the crowd and immediately called Lawyer Peterson.

Soon, Lawyer Peterson arrived.

When he took out the deed and stated that the owner was Kingsley Rowen, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

How could this be?

How could what my father had told me be a lie?