A bitter, dry laugh escaped my lips. With shaking fingers, I compiled the audio recording and the video I'd taken from the window. Without hesitation, I sent the files to a group chat containing my three brothers: my eldest brother, a business tycoon; my second brother, a partner at a top-tier law firm; and my third brother, who owned a renowned martial arts gym.
That night, the Abbott family would implode.
And Rhys Abbott—the man currently calling me unreasonable—would be on his knees, slapping his own face until it bruised, begging me not to divorce him.
——
The moment the message was sent, my eldest brother's reply popped up instantly.
"Scarlett, don't panic. Forget that bastard Rhys for now—you and the child come first!"
"My friend lives directly below you; he's a doctor. I've already alerted him. He's coming up to take you to the hospital."
Seconds later, a sharp knock echoed on the door.
Through the peephole, I saw a tall man in a heavy down jacket. I opened the door, leaning heavily against the frame. He wasted no time.
"Excuse me," he said, his voice steady and professional.