“Nikolai!” she cried. “She pushed me! Sienna pushed me!”
Nikolai rushed in, his face darkening.
“Sabine?” I said, feigning confusion. “I didn’t even know you were here. How could I push you?”
“Stop pretending!” she shouted, clutching her leg.
Nikolai turned to me, anger flashing in his eyes. “We had something important today, and you ruined it? You’re really useless.”
Before I could respond, he shoved me hard.
My foot slipped against the polished floor. I fell backward, hitting the table before collapsing onto the marble. A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, stealing my breath.
“Nikolai…” I gasped, clutching my stomach. “Something’s wrong—”
He didn’t even glance back. Instead, he bent down and lifted Sabine into his arms.
Then they left.
The door slammed shut, leaving me alone on the cold floor — shaking, bleeding, and unable to even cry. I forced myself to stand, pressing a hand against my abdomen as the pain deepened. Somehow, I made it outside, flagged down a cab, and dragged myself to the hospital.
Bright lights blurred above me as the doctor’s voice broke through.
“Mrs. Arvant,” he said gently, “you were pregnant… but the fall caused internal bleeding. I’m sorry. You’ve lost the baby.”