The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 266 None of it is real

Nicole’s voice was gentle, smiling as she spoke, "It’s been two months already."

Megan froze, her back going stiff. So it had been that long... And all this time, she was clueless, like some kind of fool.

After Nicole moved into the Lewis household, Megan had actually gone out of her way to care about her, making sure she was comfortable, looked after.

Her hand clenched into a tight fist, fingernails digging so hard into her palm it felt like they’d break skin.

She turned abruptly, locking eyes with Tristan. "So this is why you brought her into the Lewis estate? Because she’s carrying your child?"

Tristan closed his eyes, unable to meet Megan’s gaze—it was too raw. Despair, anger, betrayal... all of it was written across her face.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. After a long pause, he finally forced out a single word. "Yes."

Megan clutched her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. Nothing had ever hurt this much—not even her past life, where she lost her tongue, had her arm severed, was stabbed. None of that compared to the pain of hearing him say that one crushing word. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

To her, Tristan had always been the one solid thing she had—the rock behind her. Now, it had crumbled.

Her world fell to pieces, a mess of scattered shards. All she could do was breathe through the void, stuck in this pitch-black spiral with no way out.

Suddenly, a broad figure stormed in. Samuel grabbed Tristan by the collar and punched him hard across the face.

Tristan stumbled back onto the bed, wiping the blood from his mouth.

"Go ahead. Hit me. If it helps you get it out of your system, I won’t fight back."

Seeing Samuel raise his fist again, Nicole rushed over and shielded Tristan. "Stop! If you need to hit someone, then hit me!"

Samuel’s jaw tightened, veins popping at his temple. His fist hovered in the air, knuckles white, but didn’t drop.

"Let’s go, Sam," Megan said, voice trembling, barely more than a whisper. She looked at Tristan. "You lost everything in your past life because of me. You even died because of me. So maybe I owe you. This life, I gave everything to love you, to make up for it. But in the end, I guess none of it meant anything. You once gave me a love I thought was unbreakable, a warmth I never had before. But all of that can’t compare to a fling’s shiny appeal. Tristan..."

She glanced at Nicole who had thrown herself in front of Tristan. That... that’s what a real family looked like.

The image punched straight through her heart like a blade, sharp and deadly. She felt like she was bleeding out, nothing left to fight with. Even talking took too much effort.

She pulled the corners of her lips into a bitter smile. "Goodbye, Tristan."

Tristan stared at Megan’s fading eyes—once full of light, now completely dark.

That one goodbye... felt like the end of everything.

He turned his head, eyes squeezed shut. If he looked at her for even one more second, he knew—he wouldn’t be able to stay away. He’d grab her and never let go. But his body no longer let him do that.

Megan looked at Samuel. "I’m tired, Sam. Let’s go." Then she turned around and walked out without another glance.

Samuel lowered his fist, chest heaving with fury. He pointed at Tristan like he wanted to burn holes through him. "You disgust me. I didn’t think you’d be the kind of scumbag to use and dump her like that. She really had the worst luck falling for someone like you."

Giving Nicole one last glare, he stormed off after Megan.Hearing the car engine roar to life and drive away, Tristan couldn’t hold it in anymore—a mouthful of blood burst out and stained the crisp white comforter red.

Nicole reached out to steady him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this to each other? You clearly love her to death. And now because you’re all worked up, you’re coughing up blood again."

Tristan’s face was ghostly pale, though the red from the blood brought an odd flush to his colorless lips.

He shook his head weakly. "She’s only hurting now for a little while, but later?... that pain might last forever. I need to be alone. Just... give me some space."

Nicole nodded and sighed softly, turning toward the door.

"Do you want me to tell Nathaniel about the pregnancy?"

She froze mid-step, lowering her head. "He’s still the father, like it or not. Even if he doesn’t deserve to know... he still should."

"Alright," Tristan murmured, drained completely. He lay back, eyes staring at the soft pink ceiling. The second he closed them, hot tears slid silently into his hairline.

Through clenched teeth, he whispered, "Megan... I love you. I really, truly love you..."

As Nicole brushed away tears and stepped out of the room, she nearly bumped into Mrs. Jones at the door.

She frowned. "Did you overhear something?"

Mrs. Jones blinked. "I just got up here! Didn’t catch a thing!"

Nicole took a steadying breath. "Mrs. Jones, you’re smart. Sometimes it’s best not to ask, not to speak, not to listen. Got it?"

Mrs. Jones gave a gentle smile. "I’ve served in the Reid household all my life. Of course I understand. Miss Flynn, what would you like for lunch?"

"Thank you, anything simple’s fine." With that, she wandered off to her room.

Mrs. Jones furrowed her brow and quickly headed downstairs to her quarters. She paced the floor, restless.

She had assumed Tristan had fallen out of love and found someone new. Honestly, she didn’t really believe that, but it sure looked that way.

She couldn’t wrap her head around how two people who loved each other that much ended up like this. But now? It finally clicked—something was off. She’d just heard Nicole mention Tristan coughing up blood. Pair that with how thin he’d gotten, and a terrible thought struck her—maybe something’s seriously wrong with his health. Maybe that’s why he pushed Megan away: to keep her from getting dragged down with him.

She couldn’t let this go on. She couldn’t just stand by and watch these two break apart over some huge misunderstanding.

If someday Megan found out that Tristan had never betrayed her, and was just sick and trying to protect her, she’d blame herself forever for not being there during the worst time of his life. That kind of regret? It’s a life sentence.

Just then, the door creaked open a little, and Nova Tech sneaked in. "Mrs. Jones, what are you doing?"

"I was just..." She shut the door quickly and grabbed Nova’s tail. "Can you get through to Miss Shaw?"

Nova kicked its little legs around. "Yeah, I can, but I think she might ghost even me right now."

"No, no, she won’t. Nova, I’m begging you. Just give her a call, okay?"

Nova looked a little deflated. "But Master really hurt her..."

"It’s not what you think. Please. They might still have a chance—it’s all on you now."

Nova perked up and immediately dialed her number.

It rang quite a few times before someone finally picked up.

"Nova."

Nova immediately burst into tears. "Oh Megan, Nova missed you soooo much!"

Mrs. Jones jumped in, "Miss Shaw, I need to talk to you. It’s about Mr. Reid."

"Mrs. Jones, there’s nothing left between Tristan and me..."

Mrs. Jones was sweating bullets. "No, you’ve got it all wrong. What you saw and heard—none of it is real. He left you because he’s sick. And Nicole’s baby? It’s not his."