“If it weren’t for Sophia begging me to let you stay, you wouldn’t even still be here as Mrs. Hayes. And you dare to ask for your plan back? You really don’t know your place.”
Every word was like a nail driven into my chest.
So in his eyes, I wasn’t just worthless—I was a jealous, malicious woman.
Clutching the table, I tried to move, only to see the pale tiles beneath me bloom with red.
The sight stole my breath. I curled up on the floor, the pain in my stomach unbearable.
My face went ghostly pale. I clutched Ryan’s pant leg, my dignity gone, my pride shattered. All I wanted was for him to save me, to save our child.
“Ryan, I’m pregnant. Please… take me to the hospital.”
But before I could finish, he cut me off, frowning, eyes flickering with doubt.
“Evelyn, do you even hear yourself? I was away on business all last month. How could you possibly be pregnant with my child?”
