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.

a Charlene impersonator. Now that the

……

fell asleep on a wet pillow, but her phone jerked her awake after a while. The pain caused by his forceful activity had not fully subsided, so she

lit-up screen revealed

her sleepiness away. There could only be one reason he would call her this early in the 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

the same man shook Deirdre out of her stupor. Too terrified to ignore it, she answered it and set it close to her ear.

of the line. “I want you here right

of pain assaulting her senses. “Can you let

went strangely quiet for

afraid of. I’m not asking you to file for divorce now and I’m not interested in

something deep inside her. Brendan never lied. If he

some feelings for Deirdre

her mind. She knew the possibility was slimmer than a straw, and yet she found herself

going to happen

packed than Deirdre

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

‘Collect her blood?’

have any time to react. Someone leaped from

out and tried to wriggle her way out of that

“Charlene’s unconscious, you mewling pest. Someone has to donate blood, and that someone is you. You’re going up

You told me to come… because you wanted me to donate

could I have asked you to come?” Brendan sneered. “Because I give a sh*t about you? Because I want

pregnant, Brendan! Can’t you just get emergency blood bags from the hospital or something? It’s more reasonable than asking a pregnant

You think I give a damn about you

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 free to say no, but you’ll be saying no to your

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

had never been there before—not even once—despite being married to him for two years. Nor had she

pinning her. That was when Deirdre’s

they just looked alike. An eighty-percent resemblance, maybe. But that was not the case at all. It was like staring at herself—a clone

that did not

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