Every word was like a nail driven into my chest.
So in his eyes, I wasn’t just worthless—I was a jealous, malicious woman.
Clutching the table, I tried to move, only to see the pale tiles beneath me bloom with red.
The sight stole my breath. I curled up on the floor, the pain in my stomach unbearable.
My face went ghostly pale. I clutched Ryan’s pant leg, my dignity gone, my pride shattered. All I wanted was for him to save me, to save our child.
“Ryan, I’m pregnant. Please… take me to the hospital.”
But before I could finish, he cut me off, frowning, eyes flickering with doubt.
“Evelyn, do you even hear yourself? I was away on business all last month. How could you possibly be pregnant with my child?”
