My Fiancé's 'Girl' Gave Me a Buzzcut. I Gave Her a Subpoena for Their Wedding. novel Chapter 9

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I was in labor when my husband stopped my delivery-all for his precious sister-in-law.

Ethan held my hand, playing the loving husband.

“Almost there, babe.”

The pain was ripping me apart, but I smiled through it like a fool.

A nurse walked in with a syringe. Finally, relief.

Then Ethan dropped my hand and stepped back.

The needle pierced my skin. I heard him say:

“Get the dose right. She doesn’t deliver until Sarah does.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He checked his watch, ice-cold. “Sarah’s not done. You wait two more hours.”

I tried to scream, but the drug hit hard.

The brutal contractions tearing through me-

Stopped dead.

They threw me into a basement cell like I was trash.

Ethan’s sister Lily stood there, playing with a scalpel like it was nothing.

“Don’t get mad at my brother, sis.”

“Sarah’s got my dead brother’s kid in there-a boy. The precious first grandson.”

“You? You’re just popping out another worthless girl.”

I grabbed my stomach as the contractions slammed into me, fighting that damn drug.

The pain was ripping me apart.

“Get a doctor! The baby’s coming-please-”

Lily actually laughed in my face.

She got right up close, tapping that blade against my cheek.

“Coming? Not on your life, honey.”

“Those meds will keep you locked down for three more hours. Sarah’s already in delivery.”

“So shut up and wait. Once her precious son’s born, you can squeeze out whatever the hell you want.”

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She stood up and snapped at the guard:

“Watch this one. She screams? Gag her.”

The door slammed.

One pathetic light barely lit the basement.

I was on the cold concrete, blood pooling under me.

Ethan took my phone at the hospital.

Said radiation was “bad for the baby.”

What a joke. He just didn’t want me calling anyone.

I curled up tight, gasping through the agony.

All I could see was Ethan’s face.

Cold as stone. Like I was nothing.

Not his wife. Not the mother of his child. Just an obstacle.

Three months back, his brother died in that crash.

Left Sarah pregnant-three months along.

At the funeral, the old man sobbed, clutching Sarah’s hands:

“You have to deliver that baby. The family needs an heir.”

I was so stupid, I felt bad for her. I even said:

“Don’t worry, Dad. Our baby will take care of you too.”

The old man looked right through me.

My baby was already dead to them.

“AHHH!”

Another contraction hit-way worse this time.

The drugs were failing. My baby was fighting to get out.

I threw myself at the door, pounding until my hands bled.

“HELP! I’M IN LABOR-SAVE MY BABY!”

Nothing.

I screamed until my throat was raw. Finally, the guard shouted back:

“Shut the hell up! Miss Lily said you wait!”

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