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I stared blankly at the ceiling, engulfed by despair that went beyond physical pain.
Deep down, I knew.
My once-rounded belly was now flat, and I could no longer feel my baby’s presence.
“This was my first pregnancy-”
“Ms. Brooks, try to stay calm. A miscarriage, especially one this late, takes a toll on your body. If you want to heal—”
“Will I be able to have another baby?” I asked the doctor, my eyes filled with sadness.
The doctor refused to meet my gaze, and I lost it.
My sobs pierced the silence of the hospital ward as I attempted to get out of bed to find Nina.
The nurse tried to stop me, and the doctor pleaded with me to think about my health.
However, what’s the point if I can’t be a mother anymore?
How did things go so wrong?
Just two hours ago, I was fine, and I had a maternity photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow to capture my glow. However, in an instant, my world had turned upside down.
It was Marshall’s fault!
He promised to take care of everything!
I desperately searched for my phone, only to remember that snake Nina had taken it.
Furious, I demanded that the nurse call the cops. “I’m going to make whoever did this to my baby pay!”
The nurse, clueless but seeing my outburst, simply nodded and called the cops.
Then, unexpectedly, Nina’s voice rang out from another nurse’s phone.
“See, she’s too scared to go home for proof! She has no proof!”
The background chatter also burst through.
The nurse’s face turned bright red as she fumbled with the phone and accidentally turned up the volume. “Hand it over!”
I grabbed the phone.
Just as I predicted, the video of Nina ambushing me went viral, rocketing to the top of the trending charts.
The comments were unrelenting, digging up dirt and casting shade.
One caught my eye.
[Oh, look at the blood. I bet she hid a blood pack between her thighs. Mistresses certainly play a deep game.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Marshall burst in, clinging to the door with bulging eyes and gasping for air.
“Where’s my baby? My baby?!”
In my hospital gown, with my face ghostly white, I fixed him with a piercing stare.
Despite his busy schedule, he made it a point to come home every day since I became pregnant. His softness towards me was mostly due to the baby bump.
Marshall dashed to feel my stomach, only to discover it was hollow.
He jumped up. “My son?! Where’s my son?!”
“What do you think?”
I watched him, a bitter laugh slipping out with each breath, tearing at my stitches.
However, the sting was nothing compared to the ache in my heart!
Marshall’s fists balled up, his face storming as he prepared to speak.
Then Nina walked in.
Nina, ever the reporter, entered with her recorder pen. She gave me a quick look before questioning the doctor. “Doctor, how is she?”
Deep down, I knew.
My once-rounded belly was now flat, and I could no longer feel my baby’s presence.
“This was my first pregnancy-”
“Ms. Brooks, try to stay calm. A miscarriage, especially one this late, takes a toll on your body. If you want to heal—”
“Will I be able to have another baby?” I asked the doctor, my eyes filled with sadness.
The doctor refused to meet my gaze, and I lost it.
My sobs pierced the silence of the hospital ward as I attempted to get out of bed to find Nina.
The nurse tried to stop me, and the doctor pleaded with me to think about my health.
However, what’s the point if I can’t be a mother anymore?
How did things go so wrong?
Just two hours ago, I was fine, and I had a maternity photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow to capture my glow. However, in an instant, my world had turned upside down.
It was Marshall’s fault!
He promised to take care of everything!
I desperately searched for my phone, only to remember that snake Nina had taken it.
Furious, I demanded that the nurse call the cops. “I’m going to make whoever did this to my baby pay!”
The nurse, clueless but seeing my outburst, simply nodded and called the cops.
Then, unexpectedly, Nina’s voice rang out from another nurse’s phone.
“See, she’s too scared to go home for proof! She has no proof!”
The background chatter also burst through.
The nurse’s face turned bright red as she fumbled with the phone and accidentally turned up the volume. “Hand it over!”
I grabbed the phone.
Just as I predicted, the video of Nina ambushing me went viral, rocketing to the top of the trending charts.
The comments were unrelenting, digging up dirt and casting shade.
One caught my eye.
[Oh, look at the blood. I bet she hid a blood pack between her thighs. Mistresses certainly play a deep game.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Marshall burst in, clinging to the door with bulging eyes and gasping for air.
“Where’s my baby? My baby?!”
In my hospital gown, with my face ghostly white, I fixed him with a piercing stare.
Despite his busy schedule, he made it a point to come home every day since I became pregnant. His softness towards me was mostly due to the baby bump.
Marshall dashed to feel my stomach, only to discover it was hollow.
He jumped up. “My son?! Where’s my son?!”
“What do you think?”
I watched him, a bitter laugh slipping out with each breath, tearing at my stitches.
However, the sting was nothing compared to the ache in my heart!
Marshall’s fists balled up, his face storming as he prepared to speak.
Then Nina walked in.
Nina, ever the reporter, entered with her recorder pen. She gave me a quick look before questioning the doctor. “Doctor, how is she?”