Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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.

Steven!” he barked out. “Take her to a private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I don’t want

at the sheer agony of witnessing the father of her child… treat her baby like an animal meant to be slaughtered!

just shot

of her throat as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, please—let me keep this child,

on the floor in uncontrollable histrionics,

to have her face. Lena would never bend even a single knee. You’re

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

rested on the fact that she looked just like Charlene—so what else could she

keep the baby,

“Never.”

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

for? Get her out of my sight and take

Deirdre’s shoulder and began to trawl her

want to go!” she shrieked, fighting as ugly tears marred her face. “Brendan, pleaseeeee! How can you hate the baby? It’s your baby—you’re