Chapter 7
Lucy took photos of me, her grin widening with satisfaction.
“I’m sending these pictures to Jack right now. Let’s see if he still wants you after this.”
My appearance was now a grotesque mess–blood and powdered milk smeared
verywhere, making me barely recognizable from who I once was.
Lucy dialed Jack again and put the call on speaker. His voice was distant and indifferent, clearly not connecting the dots.
“Lucy, what’s the fuss about? What are you making a scene for?”
“Jack, you’re the one who led me on, letting things get so ambiguous between us! Now that I’ve shown my true feelings, you think you can just discard me? Is it that easy?”
Jack sighed; his tone resigned. “I’ll handle this. We’ll talk when we meet.”
He confirmed Lucy’s location, ended the call, and quickly dispatched a male assistant to the
scene.
The assistant, unfamiliar with me, didn’t recognize who I was. As I desperately tried to explain that I was Jack’s wife and plead for help, he dismissed it as a ploy.
“My God, Lucy, how could you do this? To a pregnant woman, no less?”
Lucy sneered. “And what about it? Look at you, without ambition or drive, you can only be a small assistant. I’m different from you. I’ll do anything for Jack! And he said he would
handle these things for me!”
The assistant, clearly overwhelmed, decided to send a video to Jack, detailing the severity of
the situation, and called for an emergency vehicle.
As I was being lifted into the ambulance, a new, sharp pain pierced through my abdomen. I felt something dropping inside me.
Panic surged through me, and I clutched my stomach, whispering desperately.
Chapter 7
“Hang on, baby, just a little longer! Please, hold on!”
I kept praying silently, hoping against hope that my baby would survive this nightmare.
The pain in my body made me break out in a cold sweat, and Lucy’s relentless screaming only made me feel more disoriented.
My vision went dark, and I lost consciousness.
When I finally came to, I was surrounded by white. My entire body felt numb, with only a
strange tingling in my stomach.
I touched my stomach, only to find it deflated.
“What’s happening? Where’s my baby? Where’s my baby?!” I screamed in terror, drawing the male assistant from outside the door. He feigned carrying fruit and milk, claiming he’d bring me a tonic.
His false smile infuriated me. I yanked out the IV tube, knocking over everything in sight.
“Get out! Where’s my baby? Where is my baby?!”
“Ma’am, please calm down. This is just a misunderstanding. We’ve contacted our boss, and he’s on his way. He wants to make things right and has offered you two million dollars to
settle this,” the assistant said, trying to placate me.
“Two million?”
I laughed bitterly, unable to cry because my face was wrapped in gauze, leaving only my eyes visible. The word “mistress” was still etched into my skin.
The assistant continued, “How about five million? We can settle this now?”
I stared at him, seething.
“Eight million! That’s my final offer! This is the highest amount we can offer. Please,
consider it carefully. After all, this is the last chance.!”
