It was as if an invisible hand had clenched my heart, squeezing the air out of my lungs.
Fed up, I complained, “How could there be a condom in an operating room? She did it on purpose! Cedric, do you even know that child—”
Before I could finish, he cut me off impatiently.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes showed undisguised disgust and annoyance. “She’s always been mischievous since she was young. Can’t you just give in to her for once? It’s better that the child is gone anyway. She only did it because she didn’t want me to become a laughingstock. Drop this matter, Yvonne. Don’t push me too far.”
The warning in his eyes sent a chill through my entire body.
Three months ago, Melina and I were kidnapped together by his business rival.
Cedric came alone later, but he only saved her.
I was left behind in an abandoned factory and wasn’t rescued by the police until three days later.
He held me then, full of guilt as he apologized, “I’m sorry, Yvonne. Melina was kidnapped once when she was a child. I couldn’t let her be traumatized again. She’d break.”
Later, I found out I was pregnant, yet Cedric was convinced the child wasn’t his.