“Everything she said is a lie. She’s just jealous of you. Charity, you always told me not to care about what people say. Then why are you letting her words affect you now? Didn’t I tell you that you’re my one and only? There’s no one who could ever replace you in my heart, okay? I swear, I’ll never leave you.”
Before I could say anything, Tom hurriedly added, “Just rest, okay? And get that nonsense out of your head. Tomorrow, I’ll bring Lori here to apologize to you.”
With that, he stormed out of the room, dialing his phone in a fury, no doubt to confront Lori.
I lay in that hospital bed, staring at the miscarriage report in my hands. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
Softly, I whispered, “I’m so sorry, baby. I couldn’t save you. I was too stupid and too naive.”
“Would you come back to me if there’s another life? I promise, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
I cried myself to sleep, the weight of everything too much to bear.
By morning, the sun was already shining brightly through the window.
The chair beside my bed was empty. Tom was gone and I had no idea where he’d gone. But honestly, I didn’t care anymore. I got out of bed, ready to handle my discharge on my own.
That’s when my phone vibrated. It was a message from Lori. She had sent me a video. The timestamp showed it was recorded at three in the morning in her apartment.
The scene unfolded with her dressed in lace lingerie, her room dimly lit by candles, giving off an air of seduction.
Then Tom appeared. His face was stormy, anger radiating off him as he barged in.
The moment he stepped through the door, he grabbed Lori by the neck, his voice a low growl.
“You said that drug would make Charity miscarry without feeling a thing. Why was she in so much pain? And why did you say those things to her, mocking her like that?"
“I’ve already told you—Charity is my wife. She’s the one and only woman in my life and no one else could ever compare to her!”
“What’s between us is nothing but mutual convenience, Lori. Don’t delude yourself into thinking you can push Charity out of my life. And don’t even dream of becoming my wife.”
Lori, despite Tom’s grip on her throat, didn’t look frightened or angry. Instead, she gazed at him with a sultry smile, her expression shamelessly flirtatious.