Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 358

13:01 Mon, Jul 13

Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 358

Sophia’s POV

I woke to the familiar ache in my abdomen–a dull, persistent throb that reminded me how close I’d come to losing everything. My ribs

burned where Lucas had gripped me, but it was the deeper pain, the one that radiated from my core, that made my breath catch. The

blood loss had left me weak, my limbs heavy as lead, and for a terrifying moment I wondered if the baby was still…

I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling for any sign of life. The slight swell was still there, unchanged.

Still alive. Still trapped.

The irony wasn’t lost on me.

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My fingers pressed harder against the thin hospital gown, as if I could somehow confirm what the doctor had said. Nine weeks. Still viable.

It didn’t make sense. After all that bleeding, all that pain–this baby should be gone.

But it wasn’t.

And Lucas knew.

I lifted my gaze to find him standing near the window, his back rigid, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He hadn’t said a word since

the doctor left. Just stood there, silent and tense, like he was waiting for me to detonate.

Well. He wouldn’t have to wait long.

“The baby’s still here,” I said, my voice flat and emotionless. “I’m surprised it didn’t miscarry after last night.”

He didn’t turn around.

I let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t want me pregnant with your child, do you?”

Still nothing.

“You should help me schedule an abortion,” I continued, each word deliberate and cold. “That way you can watch. Make sure I actually go

through with it. Make sure I don’t try to run or hide or keep something that was never supposed to exist in the first place.”

That got his attention.

Lucas turned slowly, his eyes dark and unreadable. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. I met his gaze without flinching. “I’ll get rid of it. Under your supervision, if that makes you feel better. At least then you

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Chapter 358

won’t have to worry about being tied to me for the rest of your life.”

For a moment, he just stared at me.

Then, suddenly, he moved.

Lucas crossed the room in three strides. Before I could react, his hands were on my shoulders, gripping hard enough to make me gasp.

“You really want to get rid of it that badly?” His voice was low, trembling with barely controlled fury. “You hate the idea of carrying my

child so much that you’d rather kill it?”

I stared up at him, my heart pounding. His fingers dug into my skin, sending sharp jolts of pain down my arms.

“Let go of me—”

“Answer the question, Sophia.” His grip tightened. “Do you really want this baby gone?”

My breath came in short, shallow bursts. “What do you think? You’ve made it perfectly clear what I am to you. A prisoner. A toy. Something you can use and discard whenever you feel like it. Why would I want to bring a child into this nightmare?”

His jaw clenched so hard I thought it might crack.

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I slammed my fist against my chest, the gesture sharp and desperate. “Am I a masochist? Is that what you think? That I’d willingly give birth to a baby who’ll grow up being called a bastard? A child who’ll be mocked and pitied because its mother is locked in a cage while its father parades around with his perfect fiancée?”

Lucas’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t let go.

“I can’t give this baby happiness,” I continued, my voice breaking. “I can’t give it a normal life. I can’t give it anything. So yes, Lucas. Yes, 1 want it gone. Because that would be kinder than subjecting it to this hell.”

Silence.

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