Billionaire Is 6

When I regained consciousness, I found myself on the operating table. The doctor, with an emotionless tone, informed me, "The baby didn't make it. We'll need to perform a curettage. Ms. Sander, prepare yourself." After the procedure, I called Luke, but he told me he was occupied with a critical deal. Despite feeling utterly defeated, I insisted on seeing him.

When he stormed into the hospital, his expression showed no concern, only contempt. "Chloe, how long are you going to keep this up?"

I choked back the the words I I had wanted to say that we had lost our child.

I looked at his still-handsome face, now marred by disdain rather than tenderness.

"What are you staring at? Is this what you call a procedure? What exactly did you do?"

The pain in my lower abdomen felt as though a knife was twisting inside me. I was in sheer agony.

Confronted by his accusations, I recalled Anna's words.

The greatest sorrow is when a heart turns to stone. I couldn't bear to explain anymore.

All I felt was a a burning rage.

had I already suggested

off our engagement. His choice of who to be with was his alone, and I couldn't interfere.

He had told me to stay to end things with Anna.

If I had withdrawn back then, I wouldn't have ended up pregnant.

me, but why involve an

the sheets tightly, tears streaming

and the sweat on my brow, he finally recognized

In the past, I

but now all I could focus on was my

I done to deserve this torment

that innocent child have to

It was true that

love comes sorrow, and

to make them pay

the Sanders. Anna, judging

truth, she would likely have fabricated "evidence"

the truth.

knew he wouldn't dig deeper and only listened to her one-sided version, which

was all too familiar with

I

determined

satisfaction.

me to step away from the engagement so she could legally take

I wouldn't give her

that

stifled my grief and kept the truth about the

was my secret weapon. My miscarriage would only have the

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