"You aren't qualified to carry my child." He leaned down, his face inches from mine, the danger radiating off him like heat.
"I and my child didn't do anything to you," I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Ohh, Clara, my dear," he said, pulling my face closer to his, a smirk playing on his lips.
"It turns out that the person who colluded with my uncle to kill both of my parents twelve years ago is my father-in-law. You are only suffering a bit of his sin.”
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I opened my eyes, but had to squint due to the direct light shining on me. The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and I immediately realized I was in the hospital.
‘What happened?’I could only remember having an argument with Damon. My head immediately recalled what Damon wanted—to take away my child.
I quickly held my belly and jolted from the bed, “my baby” I screamed.
I tore off the hospital blanket that was covering me.
“'Mr. Your wife is 3 months and 2 weeks pregnant. She fainted due to being stressed out. I advise for the healthy growth of your baby, she should be taken care of, along with her mental health.'" I heard my doctor's voice.
My mind relaxed a bit knowing that my baby was still inside of me and that the abortion hadn't happened yet.
I didn't wait to hear Damon’s reply to the doctor; I quickly ran to my ward window. It was so high—I guessed I was on the 20th floor.
I tied the bed dresses together to make a rope. As I climbed down from the window, I was so determined to save my baby that I forgot the worst that could happen to me.
Just as I stepped across the window, my leg stumbled through the wrapped cloth.
I tried to hold on to the makeshift rope tightly, but unfortunately, it began to tear. My mind went blank, and I was so scared of losing both my life and that of my baby.
"Damon!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the air. The fear coursed through me as I clung desperately to the rope, hoping he would hear me.
“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. Is this going to be my fate? Am I going to die like this? My mum also fell from a height; I guess my fate is tied to hers.
I closed my eyes as the make-out rope finally tore apart. My ears went blank; I couldn't hear anything anymore, with zero gravity my body fell to the ground.