Lucas… you knew this. You knew, and still wanted me to get rid of our child.
All for Lily.
I bit down on my lip until the taste of blood filled my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt something flutter gently in my lower abdomen—like a butterfly’s wings brushing from the inside.
Without thinking, I grabbed the doctor’s wrist. “Stop. I’m not doing this.”
The doctor frowned. “Mrs. Turner, your husband gave strict instructions…”
“I said I’m not doing it!” I snapped, sitting up from the operating table, tearing off the surgical gown. “I want to keep this child!”
The sunlight outside was sharp and blinding as I walked out of the hospital.
I unlocked my phone, and the top trending search nearly made me stagger:
#LucasTurnerAndLilyShaw spotted shopping for baby items at a luxury store#
In the photo, Lucas gently supported Lily’s back while she caressed her visibly round belly.
The comments were cruel:
“They’re such a beautiful couple. A wealthy heir and a famous actress—perfect match!”
“Lily’s belly is huge. Why is Mr. Turner’s wife still pretending to be relevant?”
“I heard the wife disappeared and got pregnant by someone else. Mr. Turner is so kind not to dump her!”