Shadows Gathered Under Fading Lights by Nyx Rowan novel Chapter 4

“Hello, Henson. I want a divorce from Tristan.”

Henson, Tristan’s uncle,

the one person Tristan truly feared.

I hung up the call and turned to

“Fiona,” Tristan called after me,

with the whole room staring at me in disbelief.

Voice hardening, “don’t think having my uncle on your side gives

you free rein to do whatever you please.”

He started to come after me, but Natalia grabbed his sleeve like she was drowning.

“Mr. Royston,” she whispered, her body trembling, “I… I feel faint at the sight of blood…”

“Natalia? Natalia!” Tristan’s panic snapped into place, and he scooped her up and rushed right past

1. me.

He ran a few steps, stopped, and glanced back as if doing me a favor. “I’m taking Natalia to the hospital first. Whatever this is, we’ll talk at home.”

Home.

We didn’t have one anymore.

The second I stepped outside, a wave of nausea hit me so hard I had to prop myself up.

At the hospital, after the exam, I stared at the ultrasound printout, at the tiny life not even the size of my fist yet, and tears spilled until I could barely breathe.

In the end, I decided to keep the baby and raise it on my own.

I walked out of the exam room and almost immediately ran into Natalia.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me into the stairwell, her words sharp with anger. “You’re asking for a divorce, so why are you still hanging onto Tristan? You even followed him to the hospital.”

I laughed, cold and flat. “Do you own the place or something? If that’s what you believed, you were the one who’needed medical attention.”

She choked on that, then her eyes dropped to my stomach and narrowed.

“You were pregnant?”

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I didn’t answer, but her hand slammed onto my shoulder, her grip vicious. “You can’t have Tristan’s child.”

Out of habit, I tilted my head, trying to catch every word clearly.

Natalia’s face twisted in disgust. “Save that cutesy act for men. Don’t do it to me,

Before I could even react, she shoved me..

My body pitched backward, and I tumbled down the stairs.

A dull thud echoed through the stairwell as I hit the wall hard enough to stop.

it’s revolting.”

Pain exploded everywhere, my bones throbbing, and a stabbing, dragging ache tore through my lower abdomen until cold sweat flooded my skin.

Warm liquid spilled down my thighs.

Natalia stared at the blood pooling beneath me, her face draining white, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn’t form a sentence.

Then she turned and ran.

Panic swallowed me whole, tight as a fist around my throat, because I knew, deep down, my baby wasn’t going to make it.

I tried to call for help, but darkness slid over my vision, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.

A nurse had found me.

As soon as I got my phone back, I called the police.

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The police officers had barely shown up when Tristan strode in, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

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