Chapter 2 You’re Too Inferior to Bear Me A Child

Deirdre was stunned. Then, her eyes began to redden.
He had found out. He had found out even before he had given her that call. If he had known she was pregnant, why had he not called her out?! Because he had gotten a kick out of seeing that little glint of relief in her eyes twinkling before it died? Because he’d wanted to see that little shimmer of solace crumble in real time?

Deirdre bit her lip and willed herself to appear calm. She remembered how much Brendan detested seeing her cry. “B-Brendan? I swear—I swear to God—I’ll be obedient and do whatever you ask me to. J-Just let me… Let me keep my child, okay? P-Please? I swear, it won’t… it won’t get in your hair. T-Then when Charlene wakes up, I promise I’ll leave with my child. It’ll vanish into thin air… as if it was never born.”

It did not matter how much her voice was breaking. Brendan had a heart of stone. Instead of making him pity her, all she managed was to make a faint shade of mocking glee appear in his callous black eyes. “Oh, you must be joking. The only reason you even became Mrs. Brighthall—and have been enjoying all these f*cking luxuries and comfort that your pathetic self doesn’t even deserve—is because you were fortunate enough to have that face. I may give you some leeway, but I’ve always made clear that the only one who would carry my child is Lena. You? You’re inferior to me!”

‘You’re… inferior to me?’

His cruel words cut her like knives. This hurt her even more than if he had just swung his hand and slapped her across the cheeks.

Why did Brendan have to treat her this way?

It was getting harder to breathe…

Then, footsteps echoed from outside the living room. Deirdre lifted her head, feeling alert. Steven was here, just as Brendan had finally exhausted the last mote of his patience.

private hospital where confidentiality will be

at the sheer agony of witnessing the father of her child… treat her baby like an animal meant to be slaughtered! “No! Noooooo! Please, Brendan!”

He just shot Steven

her throat as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, please—let me keep this child, please! You can even give it up for

her head on the floor in uncontrollable histrionics, making

you really don’t deserve to have her face. Lena would

she would not—she would never need to. She was loved! Brendan loved her! The heir to the Brighthall Family himself

like that?! She had always been Brendan’s cheap replacement. Her worth rested on the

me keep the

“Never.”

lips were that of an angel, but his words were as callous as an

waiting for? Get her out of my sight and take her

arm under Deirdre’s shoulder

shrieked, fighting as ugly tears marred her face. “Brendan, pleaseeeee!

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