Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 105

Chapter 3

His palm pressed against my abdomen, voice dripping with false tenderness: “You two used to get along well, didn’t you?”

My entire body went rigid, bile rising in my throat.

“Sure.” I forced a smile, enduring his hand roam across my belly.

The butler suddenly coughed. “Mr. Blackwood, Damon just reminded me there are documents at the office requiring your signature.”

Eden withdrew his hand, pausing at the door.

“Don’t wander around tonight. Your body is precious now.”

Only after they left did I dare stagger toward the railing, my back drenched in cold sweat.

Once Eden was gone, I curled up on the couch, fingers moving unconsciously to my phone.

I’d never scrolled through Verna’s Instagram before.

But now an impulse drove me to open it.

Sure enough, glaring evidence stabbed into my eyes without warning-

She’d posted thirty minutes ago.

In the video, Eden carefully cradled the back of Verna’s neck, guiding a pill between her lips.

fingertips brushed tenderly past the corner of her mouth. His gaze was so soft it could melt.

aption read:

Thank you, Eden, for your round-the-clock care. Even feeding me my meds yourself. So thoughtful

My finger scrolled down uncontrollably. More intimate photos flooded the screen.

Eden holding Verna while watching the sunset. Eden brushing her hair. Eden kissing her forehead…

The timestamps showed these were all taken on nights he claimed he was “working late.”

My stomach lurched violently. I rushed to the bathroom and dry-heaved.

When I lifted my head, the mirror reflected a woman with bloodshot eyes, dark circles carved beneath them, lips bleeding from being bitten too

hard.

This haggard, broken pregnant woman… was me?

Sleepless all night, I went to the hospital alone the next day.

The sharp smell of antiseptic made me dizzy as I walked down the corridor.

“Ms. Rovella, your uterine lining is less than 2mm thick.” The doctor pushed up her glasses, tone grave. “The sextuplets have placed enormous strain on your body. Termination carries high risks as well. Does your husband know? Why don’t we try selective reduction first?”

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I gripped the test results. Just as I was about to answer, I saw a familiar figure at the end of the hallway.

Eden pushing a wheelchair. Verna wrapped in a beige shawl, leaning into his chest.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He bent down to tuck stray hair behind her car, his fingertips lingering lovingly on her pale cheek.

I knew that look too well-love, devotion.

“Doctor, proceed with the abortion.” I heard my own voice, cold as ice.

“All of them.”

I wiped away tears I hadn’t realized were falling and stepped out of the exam room,

Verna suddenly called out.

“Nimue!” Her voice was weak yet satisfied.

“Eden told me you’re carrying sextuplets. I thought he was joking! How could he let you come to the checkup alone?”

Only then did Eden notice me. His face instantly stiffened.

But Verna had already reached out, her cold fingers brushing my belly.

“Such a huge belly! Eden, you’re really heartless-letting Nimue carry so many at once.”

She playfully swatted his chest.

He actually caught her wrist, chuckling low: “You always said you loved kids. Let these little ones give you a hard time.”

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