After she finished, I felt a searing gaze land on me.
The nurse glanced my way with visible disgust. "And you, sir, even if you want to carry on with your mistress, at least don't let it affect your wife's pregnancy."
Dominic didn't argue. He just gave a quiet murmur of acknowledgment.
The moment the nurse left, Dominic signaled his bodyguards to throw me out.
I lay sprawled on the cold hospital floor, my lower abdomen ripping apart as if a thousand hands were tearing at it from the inside. I couldn't breathe through the pain.
Everything around me was darkness. My voice came out raw and broken as I called for help.
Footsteps passed by. Not a single person stopped.
"That's the shameless woman who's been throwing herself at Mr. Mercer. Can you believe it? Trying to worm her way in as his mistress."
"Too bad Mr. Mercer only has eyes for his wife. He didn't even spare her a glance."
I dragged myself forward on my hands and knees, begging them to help me.
But someone shoved me hard from behind. I tumbled down dozens of steps, clawing desperately until my fingers caught the railing.
My grip kept slipping. I was about to lose hold.
If I fell, the baby wouldn't survive.