It had taken eight years of marriage with Leon to finally conceive. I couldn’t bear the thought of my baby getting hurt. But the searing pain in my abdomen grew unbearable, as if a thousand hands were twisting my insides.
The warmth spreading between my legs filled me with dread.
Taking deep breaths, I reached for my fallen phone, tears and sweat mingling on my face.
The moment I grabbed it, I dialed Leon without hesitation.
I was terrified. I wanted to see him right away. His office was nearby, and I knew he could reach me faster than an ambulance.
After a few rings, the call connected. Crying, I shouted, "Honey, I’ve been in an accident. Hurry—"
Before I could finish, I froze.
From the other end came the unmistakable sound of a man and woman in the throes of passion.
Shaking, I glanced at my phone to confirm the number—it was definitely Leon’s.
A thousand excuses ran through my mind to explain it away. But the voices that followed shattered my self-deception.
"Don’t bother with protection. Let’s have a baby," Leon said. "Don’t worry. I’ll convince Sharina to accept the child."
"As long as you don’t cause trouble in front of her, I’ll take care of you forever."