Hidden in a quiet corner, he called me again and again.
“Emily, answer the phone.”
No one picked up. He quickly typed out a text instead:
“Tell me, where are you?”
“Don’t tell me you’re still at Ryan’s place. I’ve sent people to check several times—he swears he sent you back already.”
“But you never returned to the Miller family. Where did you go? Today’s my wedding day—why aren’t you here? Are you… still mad at me?”
But there was never a reply.
Daniel frowned, distracted, but still forced himself to smile while drinking with Chloe and their guests.
When the wedding ended, everyone offered them their blessings.
Yet that night, Chloe sat alone in the bridal suite, staring at her stomach, tears silently rolling down her face.
“Daniel, I don’t want to have a baby. I’m scared that after giving birth, my body will never be the same.”
“And I heard childbirth can cause cancer, or amniotic embolism. I’m terrified…”
Daniel pulled her into his arms with pity.
“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.”
His voice was full of indulgence. “Now that Emily has fulfilled the marriage alliance, Ryan must be bored of her. It’s time to bring her back and let her carry the child for us through IVF.”