She leaned in and whispered right by my ear, “You thought having his child would make him marry you? Dream on.”
Before I could react, she punched my C-section incision. Pain instantly engulfed me. The world went black.
When I woke up, the doctor told me they had to remove my uterus.
Alric explained the stitches hadn’t held properly and the impact had caused massive internal bleeding. There was no other choice, he said.
Only then did I understand what Seraphina had meant when she whispered in my ear. She hadn’t just wanted my children dead. She wanted to take away any chance I had of being a mother again.
I looked at Alric and asked what would his choice be if he were to choose, me or Seraphina?
Alric hesitated, just for a split second, before saying, “Of course I'll chose you.”
After that incident, I filed a lawsuit against Seraphina—demanding both an apology and compensation. Alric stood by my side the entire time.
Seraphina lost her prestigious job. To escape the fallout, she fled the country.
It was justice. Or so I thought.
Now, Alric had the audacity to say that I was the one who ruined her life? That I had driven her away?
What a joke!