Chapter 70 ~ How dare you?

ALEX

"What did you say?" My eyes lift up to meet the nurse.

"Do you know the patient, Sir?" She asks, her eyes filled with fear.

Was this supposed to be a fucking secret?

"I asked you a question." I grind out.

"The owner of that file drank something... something meant to terminate the pregnancy. We were told to find out what could have gone wrong and that was what the results showed."

The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. The paper crumples slightly in my hand, my vision narrowing in on the damning words printed before me.

Athena tried to abort our child.

A sharp, cold rage unfurls in my chest, warring with the grief that had already been drowning me.

"What was it?" My words are clipped, controlled only by a thread of restraint.

"I-I don't know exactly, but whatever she took, it wasn't enough to end the pregnancy immediately. It caused complications. The baby..." She pauses, eyes darting around as if afraid to say it out loud.

"Say it." My voice is dangerously quiet.

She exhales shakily. "The baby was born in distress. There was nothing they could do."

Nothing they could do.

The grief in my chest turns into something else. Something darker.

If she didn't want the baby, she should have given birth and given him to me. How can she be so cruel to her own?

it hits me like a fucking train. The photos, constant smiles and the way she

No!

just to be with that

he tell her to

a whirlwind of frustration and with every thought my

ache in ways I haven't

heel and walk away,

She lied to me.

to

our son is

This is unforgivable!

and ask him to be quick with

trust myself with how angry I am, I storm out of the hospital, my breath coming in sharp,

phone is so tight my knuckles

a whirlwind of rage, betrayal, and something even darker.

to cool the fire raging

a loophole. Trying to believe I've been

justice and he

car door. My pulse pounds in my ears as slide into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel so hard I feel

She lied to me.

She stole from me.

She killed my son.

going to

the car into gear and speed back to the office to grab what I

put in place.

office is a blur, my vision clouded by pure, unfiltered rage. My fingers drum impatiently

my lungs refuse

weight of my

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