Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Miss McKinney Is Awake

“No, Brendan! Pleaseeeeeeee! I’m begging you, pleaseeeeeeee don’t!”

His lips cracked into a cruel smirk. “Don’t? Don’t what? Aww, Deirdre, Deirdre, Deirdre. Are you playing hard to get now? How low can you sink?” he jeered. He could not care less about how she felt. If anything, hearing her sniffle and wail only frustrated him even more.

“B-B-Bren… Please, think of our child!” she heaved, pleading. Tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes like a stubborn stream. “Our… child…”

“Our what?! That thing inside you is the son of a wh*re. I have no relation to it!”

The coldness in his eyes could chill anyone’s blood. He wanted to punish her. To eviscerate her. To humiliate her. To jolt her awake from her delusion.

To make the child perish in the brutality of it all.

“Brendan—!” she cried out again, her arms flailing in her struggle.

Suddenly, the man’s phone shrieked out of his pocket, forcing him to stop. He answered the call and put it on speaker. “What?!” he grunted.

Steven Young’s voice was palpably overjoyed. “S-She’s up, Mr. Brighthall! Miss McKinney is awake!”

…..

Brendan drove away in the thick of the night. It was past midnight, and yet a minute after the call, the man leaped into his car and hurtled into the darkness. His reaction showed his anxiety and excitement.

How could he not act that way? The woman of his dreams had returned. He no longer needed to put on a charade with this revolting pretender.

Deirdre rose and redressed in her battered state, putting on her night clothes. She looked through the balcony windows, her eyes tracing the car’s silhouette, which was fading at the end of the road.

She felt a chill in her heart that echoed the innumerable pangs prickling through every inch of her body, forming a cacophony of unbearable pain.

Six years ago, Deirdre McKinnon had met the man on stage during a charity drive. He had been in a suit and tie, and she had fallen in love at first sight. The next time they had met, however, it had been amid the cackling flames of a house about to be ruined. He had been almost swallowed by the fire until she had selflessly dived inside and saved him.

Before falling unconscious, he had promised her that he would find her when he recovered. He had said that he would marry her, pledging to shower her with love for that single act of heroism.

After waking up, however, he had become Charlene McKinney’s fiance.

his life as a Charlene impersonator. Now that the genuine thing

……

phone jerked her awake after a while. The pain caused by his forceful activity had not fully subsided, so she shrank into a fetal position before grabbing her

lit-up screen revealed Brendan’s name.

one reason he would call her this early in the morning, but still, it was sooner than she had expected. Charlene had

terrified

side of the line. “I want

softly. She had seen blood last night, and even now, she could feel jolts of pain assaulting her senses. “Can you let me rest

quiet for a

come back. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m not asking you to

ever seen him make concessions. It shocked her, but more importantly, it stirred something deep inside her. Brendan never lied. If he promised he would not hurt her kid, then he would not. But

it be? Could he have realized that—even though Charlene was awake—he harbored some feelings for Deirdre after all? That she, at the very least, deserved

sparked a wildfire in her mind. She knew the possibility was slimmer than a straw, and yet she found herself moved. She quickly covered herself with an overcoat, got

ample time to run wild. What was going to happen next? She wondered and wondered until she

living room was more packed than Deirdre had expected.

her, his furrowed brows relaxed. “She’s

‘Collect her blood?’

from the

cried out and tried to wriggle

and that someone is you. You’re

ears. “You… You told me to come… because you wanted me to donate blood?!”

sneered. “Because I give a sh*t about you?

the hospital or something? It’s more reasonable than asking a pregnant woman to give blood!” she said. Her lips were trembling, and she felt her heart sinking

think I give a damn about you

had always hated how easily she mentioned her death—it was just so irritating. His attention focused on her waist, and a sneer crept onto his lips. “I’m not forcing you to do anything, though, am I? You’re

felt a chill seizing her body, and yet she could not fight him. She felt

once—despite being married to him for two years. Nor had she

bed, pinning her. That was when Deirdre’s eyes fell on Charlene’s features next to her.

had always believed that they just looked alike. An eighty-percent resemblance, maybe. But that was not the case at all.

But that did not mean they enjoyed the same

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