“I’ll be sure to clean up after your death,” he
sneered.
My teeth chattered from pain, and I could feel
a warm liquid between my legs. With all my
remaining strength, I screamed, “Mark, the
baby’s coming, someone come save us!”
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Tony handed the phone over to Betty, who
recorded the scene. “Mark, the bad guys are
attacking your wife and taking out the baby!”
“He’s forcing me to record this video!”
Mark chuckled, “You think I would believe
this? You’re so melodramatic, and that baby
looks so realistic!”
Hearing him laugh at my suffering, I shed
silent tears.
“Police, hands in the air!” Finally, the police
had arrived. They looked at Betty’s phone,
where Mark was still on the line. The officer
sighed, “Mr. Mark, there are intruders in your
house. Your wife is in serious condition. You
need to come to the hospital.”
Before I could even process what was
happening, I heard Mark’s dismissive voice,
“Tell her to stop being so dramatic. If she’s
really hurt, go to the hospital. What does she
want me to do about it?”
Then Wendy chimed in, all sweetness and
light, “Mark, honey, don’t be mad. I think
she’s just trying to trick you into coming
home. The party’s almost over here, you don’t
need to worry about me.”
I wanted to laugh, tell Mark to enjoy his time
with his little mistress. But, the blood loss
was too much, and I passed out.
I woke up to the smell of disinfectant, a
young nurse gently changing my bandages.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Ms. Ye. The baby
was gone before they got him here. The
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remains are still in the morgue…
“The police asked you to rest. They’ll be here
later to take your statement.”
I tried to get up to go to the morgue, but
Mark stormed into the room, his face a mask.
of fury. He grabbed me by the throat, not
caring that the nurse was trying to stop him.
He dragged me to the floor, and kicked me in the stomach and lower body. “It’s all your
fault, you kept calling me home! Wendy
almost got attacked!”
“She’s locked herself in her room, she won’t
even let me near her! You had to fake this
whole thing just to hurt me. You never even
wanted to keep that kid!”
His eyes widened as he saw the blood pooling
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under my hospital gown. The nurse, terrified,
pulled him away. “You’re crazy! Her wounds
were just stitched up! Are you even her
husband, how can you treat your grieving wife
like this?”
Mark looked at the blood on his shoes, and
froze. He stuttered, “That’s impossible, you
must have hidden a blood bag, or bribed the
nurses!”
“Tell me what happened, and stop with the
lies!”
But after being with him for so long, I saw
that his disbelief was changing into genuine
shock. I gritted my teeth and asked the nurse
to call a doctor to rebandage me, just as the
police came into the room. They saw Mark,
looking lost and confused, and said sternly,
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“Mr. Mark, we need to talk to you about your
wife’s case.”
The doctor told me to press the call button if
I felt I was in danger. I was pale, sweat
dripping down my forehead, but I nodded.
Mark was no longer panicked, his face
darkening like a storm. “Tony broke into our
house and hurt you, the police told me. The
housekeeper was forced to help. She’s
always taken good care of you, so don’t pin
this on her.”
I picked up a tray and threw it at his
forehead.
Mark’s eyes darkened with rage. “I know
you’re sad, but the baby’s gone. Do you
wanna die too? Wendy was in danger, and if I
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had gone home, it would have been her in
danger! I didn’t go home, and you’re still alive.
What’s with all the fuss?”
My voice was raspy, but sharp. “I was cut
open and the baby was ripped out. You think
I’m okay? If I hadn’t sent that text to 911, I’d
be dead by the time you got here!”
My words cut through his arrogance. His
brow furrowed, hands clenched into fists.
“Enough, what’s the point in bringing this up
now? Go sign the release form for Betty! I
don’t have time for this. Wendy’s waiting for
me to comfort her.”
My eyes met his, full of anger, and I told the
police calmly: “The housekeeper, Betty,
colluded with the intruder. I suspect Betty and
Wendy had a relationship with each other.”
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“You’re crazy, you bitch!” Mark shouted, but
he didn’t dare touch me with the police there.
I continued, forcing calm into my voice.
“Betty kept saying Wendy should take my
place, and that they were a perfect couple. This isn’t just a random thought.”
“Mark, you’re so eager to go home, and your
baby is being abused. While I was going
through all that, you were having a wonderful
Christmas with Wendy! Just now, you blamed
me for not forgiving the housekeeper. Did you
ever care about me or my baby?”
Mark’s face turned red, trembling with anger.
“Stop trying to make Wendy look bad! She’s
done nothing wrong! What you’re saying is
absurd.” Seeing that I wasn’t go
to back
down, one of the cops shut the book and
said, “Mr. Mark, calm down. We’ll look into
this.”
“Ms. Ye, if there’s anything else, you can call
- us. We’ll protect your safety.” He looked
pointedly at Mark.
After the police left, Mark grabbed my chin,
warning me with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Don’t you dare try to hurt Wendy. I’m
going to see her now, so stay out of our way. I’ll pick you up tomorrow to sign the release
form, don’t be stubborn. If not, you’ll regret
it!” He left me alone, broken and hurting, in
the hospital room.
No matter what happened, no matter how
Wendy was, in Mark’s mind, I was always the
wrong one. My parents had left our company
to me before they passed away. I’d been
manipulated by Mark into making him CEO.
My love and trust for him had dragged me
into a pit of despair.
We had been in love once. But with power
and lust in the way, betrayal slowly replaced
our love. In college, I met Mark. He’d been my
study buddy, running by my side during the
fitness tests. He remembered every period,
and would bring me hot ginger tea to my
dorm. For four years, I could always see his
tall figure whenever I walked out of the dorm.
The promises we made during our wedding
ceremony were now rusty.
People change. The guy who carried me to
the hospital in the middle of the night was
now only thinking of other women. From the
start of him ignoring my pregnancy woes, to
completely disregarding my injuries and our
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baby’s death, I knew we were over. I was going to make the people who hurt me pay.
The next day, Mark arrived to take me to the police station. “Betty’s old, come on, let’s get
her out.”
