My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 374

Driven by some dark intuition, she tapped the alert.

The moment her eyes registered the image of Melody Monroe intimately clutching her husband's clothes, her fingers went numb, and the phone slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the hardwood floor.

Mommy, are you okay? Little Bean's anxious voice echoed in her mind.

Shaken out of her trance, she reached down to retrieve the device and immediately locked the screen.

I'm fine. Go to sleep.

The baby watched her skeptically as she lay perfectly rigid, staring blindly into the darkness.

A few minutes later, Little Bean tentatively chimed in, Are you asleep yet? How about I sing you a lullaby instead?

Hush little mommy, don't you cry...

She didn't respond.

The little guy let out a massive yawn before finally surrendering to sleep.

Seraphina lay wide awake in the suffocating silence, her gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling.

...

When Lucian emerged from the bathroom in the borrowed t-shirt, Melody casually mentioned, "Oh, your phone lit up a minute ago. I think you got a text."

"Thanks."

He pulled the phone from his jacket pocket and unlocked the screen.

Reading Susan's message, his eyes widened in horror, and he immediately made a beeline for the bedroom door.

"Lucian, where are you going?" Melody called out from behind him.

He didn't bother offering a proper explanation. "I'm heading home."

The text said she had been attacked with a knife. He had absolutely no idea how badly she was bleeding.

A suffocating wave of guilt crashed over him. He never should have left her alone on that godforsaken highway.

The moment he heard Evie was in trouble, his panic had overridden all logic.

Leaving his wife stranded in the middle of nowhere—he was a colossal idiot.

Melody glanced nervously toward the bed, her voice dropping to a fragile whisper. "But Evie's fever just broke. What if it spikes again?"

"If you leave and she wakes up refusing to take her medicine, what am I supposed to do?"

He rushed to the side of the bed, the faint, sterile scent of antiseptic hitting his nose immediately.

"Sera?" he whispered hoarsely.

She remained perfectly still.

Assuming she had finally managed to rest, he leaned in as quietly as possible, his eyes scanning the covers to see which arm was hurt.

As he hovered over her, the undeniable scent of high-end women's perfume drifted off his clothes and filled her lungs.

It certainly wasn't her scent.

He finally spotted the stark white bandage tightly wrapped around her right wrist.

She had genuinely been bleeding out there in the dark.

A jagged pang of remorse tore through his chest. He carefully lifted her bandaged hand and pressed a feather-light kiss against her knuckles.

"God, Sera. I'm so sorry."

Her eyelids twitched ever so slightly, but she refused to look at him.