“Who are you? This is a hospital. You’re trespassing!”
The gang leader smirked.
“What, lady? Already forgotten us? You sure have a short memory.”
My face went pale. This wasn’t simple.
“Was it Ethan? Did he send you? Tell him to come here. I’ll face him myself. I’m his wife. This is our family business. Outsiders have no right to interfere!”
I shouted, but they ignored me.
“Ethan? We don’t know him.”
“You offended the wrong person.”
“Lady, in your next life, learn to behave.”
The group surged forward. My heart seized.
“I’ll pay thirty thousand dollars—no, seventy thousand! Just stop this. Let me go!”
The leader froze for a moment, then sneered.
“Sorry. No matter how much you offer, we keep our word. Otherwise, how could we survive in this business?”
“Nothing personal, lady.”
He raised a chair leg and smashed it into my other leg. My scream tore through the night before I blacked out.
When I woke again, the world spun, but I was alive.
Alive… but both my legs were gone. Amputated.
And worse—I wasn’t whole anymore. The medical report told me the truth: my womb had been ripped from me.
Tears streamed silently down my face.
Then I heard a voice from the bathroom. Ethan, talking on the phone, on speaker.