Her eyes turned cold as she looked at me. “So what if you’re pregnant? Zayn has only ever loved me. As for that filthy little thing in your belly—it has no right to live.”
A sense of dread ran through me. I tried to turn and run, but Natalie suddenly shoved me hard. I tumbled down the stairs.
A sharp pain tore through my abdomen and I felt something warm trickle down between my legs.
Just as she was about to mock me again, footsteps echoed from nearby. Natalie quickly slapped herself across the face.
Then she threw herself into Zayn’s arms, her voice trembling with feigned innocence. “Zayn, she said she doesn’t want to be my test subject anymore—and she even slapped me.”
“It’s not true! I never said that—she’s framing me!” I tried to defend myself, my voice weak and shaking.
“Enough,” Zayn snapped, not even bothering to hear me out.
His eyes were cold and sharp. “Natalie is kind by nature—she would never lie. Apologize to her. Otherwise, get out and kneel outside for three hours.”
Clutching my stomach, I begged weakly, “Zayn, I’m pregnant… Please, take me to the hospital. I think I’m losing the baby.”