Emily woke again in a hospital bed, her hand instinctively reaching for her flat stomach. Grief flooded her
heart–her baby was truly gone.
It seemed her marriage to Alex had reached its end too.
The hospital room door swung open, and she glanced over.
Alex strode in, hand–in–hand with Sophia, their fingers tightly interlocked.
Sophia’s gaze was icy, her eyes rimmed with red as she glared at Emily. “Mrs. Harrington, I already stepped
away. I stayed out of your mess. But dragging my family into it? Sending people to threaten my parents?
What is that? Can’t control your husband, so you go after the people who can’t fight back?”
Faced with baseless accusations, Emily’s eyes darted to Alex. His gaze lingered on Sophia, filled with
admiration, as if she were a priceless treasure.
Pain stabbed Emily’s chest. Once, he’d looked at her the same way–tender, adoring, unable to tear his eyes
away.
He’d held her close, whispering, “My wife’s the best. No other woman comes close to you.”
But now, from the moment he entered the room, he hadn’t spared her a single glance.
Emily let out a bitter, self–mocking laugh. Ignoring Sophia, she turned to Alex. “Why didn’t you save our
baby?”
“You should ask yourself why you got pregnant without my permission,” Alex snapped, his voice cold and
commanding, radiating authority.
“In this marriage, I don’t even have the right to want a child?” Emily asked, her voice breaking, though she
already knew the answer.
Without hesitation, Alex nodded, his presence exuding an unyielding dominance. “That’s right.”
Emily’s head dropped, tears welling in her eyes.
“I’m not here to listen to you two argue about kids,” Sophia cut in, her tone sharp as she shot Alex a look of
frustration. In his presence, she always carried herself with fearless confidence, poised and authentic.
Alex patted her back soothingly, then turned to Emily with a reproachful glare. “Emily, you drove my wild kitten away and sent people to threaten her parents. You owe her an apology.”
Meeting his gaze, Emily’s heart ached, a dull pain spreading through her. “I didn’t do it,” she protested. “I won’t
apologize!”
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