Her Mysterious Savior

Chapter 3 She Had a Daughter!

The moment Faye read Regina’s message, her mind completely snapped. Every ounce of reason went flying out the window.

She dialed back immediately.

"What do you mean by ‘my real child?’"

Regina’s voice came through the line—so familiar, yet now dripping with malice. With arrogance, she laid it out for Faye. Kyle wasn’t Faye’s son. He was Regina’s child, fathered by Derek.

The baby Faye carried through IVF was a daughter, but Derek had secretly swapped her after she was born!

Faye tried to ask more, but the phone was snatched away. Derek’s voice now came from the line.

"Are you insane? Why would you tell her that?" he shouted.

"I’ve had enough! Kyle is my son, but he’s calling someone else ‘Mom’!" Regina screamed, her voice cracking with emotion.

Everything around Faye started to blur, and the world no longer felt real.

She could barely process Derek’s voice as it drifted to her from what felt like miles away.

"Now that you know, don’t do anything you’ll regret," he warned before hanging up.

The click of the call ending pulled Faye back to consciousness.

If just moments ago, she’d been debating whether to confront them or have a peaceful talk with them. But now, there was no doubt—she wanted to kill them.

The little angel she had loved and raised for years wasn’t hers. He was Regina’s son! But where was her daughter?

At this moment, she only wanted to get back there and tear those monsters apart!

She couldn’t think anymore—she was just reacting, which was exactly what Regina had intended by pushing her buttons.

Faye didn’t care that she was still in her thin nightgown and bolted toward the front door.

The security at Josh’s estate was tight, though.

At night, the gates were locked by a smart system, and she had no way to open them.

Not wanting to wake anyone, she gritted her teeth and decided to climb the wall. However, she was too frail to muster any strength, and just as she lost her grip and felt herself falling, a powerful embrace caught her.

Faye looked up, stunned. It was Josh!

He had caught her in his arms. The sudden loss of balance made Faye instinctively wrap her arms around his neck.

By the time she realized what she was doing, they were already far too close. His scent—a mix of tobacco and something distinctly masculine—flooded her senses, filling her lungs and making her heart race.

Through the thin fabric of her nightgown, she could feel his firm muscles and the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Mr. Josh, please! I need to leave!" she begged, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"No matter what’s going on, you can't just run off into the night like this. It's too dangerous!" Josh’s deep, steady voice reverberated in the dark, bringing her back to the present.

He carried her back to her room and gently sat her on the bed.

Then, without a word, he pulled out some ointment and began tending to her scraped ankle.

"I can do it myself!" Faye protested, but his fingers moved softly over her skin, making her heart flutter.

"You have to understand that sometimes being stubborn only makes things worse." Josh handed her the ointment, his expression a mix of concern and something she couldn’t quite place.

Faye finally calmed down. He was right.

She’d always been trying to handle everything alone, thinking she could fix it all by herself.

Faye’s mind drifted back to her childhood.

Raised in an orphanage until she was 11, she was then adopted by the Whitmore family.

Regina had been her only friend at the orphanage, someone she trusted completely.

Faye had even begged her adoptive grandparents to bring Regina along with her.

The three of them—Faye, Derek, and Regina—had grown up together.

When Faye was 17, Derek suddenly began pursuing her intensely.

She thought their marriage was blessed by all, even believing that she would be the happiest wife in the world.

But after their wedding, Derek claimed he had a medical condition and refused to sleep with her.

Regina never complained, even going so far as to help him hide it from others. He had even convinced her to undergo IVF.

Now, it was all so clear—it had been one big lie.

Faye’s heart skipped a beat, the pain so intense she could barely breathe. Derek hadn’t been unable to make love to her—he simply hadn’t wanted to.

More memories flooded back.

During her pregnancy, Regina had supposedly been studying abroad but had never come to visit.

Then, after Faye gave birth, Derek told her the baby was sick and needed to stay in an incubator.

It wasn’t until a week later that she finally held "her son."

Looking back, it was obvious—they had been waiting for Regina’s baby to be born. They had planned all along to switch the babies!

But why? What had been their reason for this elaborate betrayal?

Josh didn’t ask her any more questions.

He quietly left her alone in her room, leaving Faye with her thoughts spinning wildly.

Though the peaceful surroundings of Josh’s estate offered her comfort, she knew she couldn’t stay hidden here forever.

Her daughter—her poor, stolen daughter—was out there somewhere.

She made up her mind. She couldn’t afford to waste another moment. Tomorrow, she would leave and confront those two monsters head-on.

"Lyla, are you awake?" Emily’s sweet voice broke the silence as she appeared in the doorway, clutching a pillow. "Daddy says you’re troubled by something. Is that true?"

"Come here, sweetheart," Faye said, quickly getting out of bed and pulling Emily into her arms.

Emily and Kyle were the same age, both three, but their personalities couldn’t have been more different.

Kyle was still very much a child who wanted his every whim fulfilled, while Emily was already considerate of the people around her.

If Faye’s daughter were here, would she be just as sweet and thoughtful as Emily?

Faye hugged Emily tighter, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Everyone has things that trouble them, darling."

Emily nodded in agreement, "Yeah, like how Daddy took away my bug collection and put it in his study. Now I can’t find it! That’s my big trouble!"

Faye couldn’t help but smile, her heavy mood lifting a little bit. How simple the world seemed through a child’s eyes.

If only she could stay that innocent forever.

Wait—the study!

Faye’s heart raced. She remembered Emily dragging her to Josh’s study the other day.

When they’d entered, Josh had quickly hidden a gun in one of the desk drawers.

At the time, Faye hadn’t given it much thought. But now, she needed that gun—for protection and for revenge.

After making sure Emily had fallen asleep, Faye quietly tucked her in and crept toward Josh’s study.

The room was dark, but the moonlight filtering through the window gave her just enough light to see.

Slowly, she pulled open the drawer. Her heart pounded so loudly she could hear it in her ears.

She held her breath, terrified the drawer would creak and give her away.

As it slid open, her pulse quickened. But when she looked inside, there was nothing.

Her impulse had driven her here, but now, the disappointment finally brought her sanity back.

What was she even doing? Had she really been about to steal a gun?

She could have been caught on the spot and sent to the police!

In the corner of the room, a security camera blinked silently, recording every move she made.