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.

that the genuine thing had finally woken up,

……

a while. The pain caused by his forceful activity had not fully subsided,

screen revealed

morning, but still, it was sooner than she had expected. Charlene had just woken up. Was he really so excited to divorce Deirdre—to cast her aside and remove every trace

her stupor. Too terrified to ignore it, she answered it and

the other side of the line. “I want you here right now!”

now, she could feel jolts of pain assaulting her senses. “Can you let me rest a little bit? I’ll file

quiet for

I’m not asking you to file for

time Deirdre had ever seen him make concessions. It shocked her, but more importantly, it stirred something deep inside her. Brendan never lied. If he

some feelings for

was slimmer than a straw, and yet she found herself

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

packed than Deirdre

saw her, his furrowed brows relaxed. “She’s here. Collect her blood.”

‘Collect her blood?’

any time to react. Someone leaped from the couch and closed their fingers around

cried out and tried

to donate blood, and that someone is

You told me

give a sh*t about you? Because I want you to

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 into a

You think I give a damn about you dying?”

“I’m not forcing you to do anything, though, am I? You’re free to

not fight him.

once—despite being married to him for two years. Nor had she ever imagined being granted the opportunity for the sole, cruel purpose of

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

resemblance, maybe. But that was not the case at all. It was like staring

not mean they

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