Carrying a Child That's Not Mine novel Chapter 4

"Babe, they were just joking. Don't be petty."

I coldly flung his hand away. "Have fun, then. I'm going upstairs."

I was ready to leave when Jonah suddenly passed me a glass of milk. "Finish this before you do. Get your calcium of the day, and you can go rest."

I couldn't help but tremble at the sight of that familiar white liquid. "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm just worried that you might lack calcium in your diet. Don't you believe me, your husband?" Jonah asked, his expression as genuine as ever.

I pushed the glass away. "I don't want it."

It didn't take long for his expression to turn cold. "I've done enough to save your dignity today. This is for your own good, so drink up."

"Relax, Joe. If Chelsea doesn't want to drink it, then she won't. She's still a pregnant lady, and you should cut her some slack." Lucy came over at the right time and passed me a glass of warm water. "Why don't you have some water instead?"

My eyes rested on the glass of clear water in my hand. "If I drink this, can I finally leave?"

Without waiting for their response, I downed the glass.

The warm water glided through my throat, but I began to feel heat throughout my body. It felt like a million insects were crawling through and eating away my flesh.

"What did you give me?"

Those were my last words. My legs gave way, and I soon fell into a pair of unfamiliar arms.

My vision was blurry, and all I could see was Zachary's evil face, eagerly watching me. His hands kept wandering across my body.