“Reflect on your actions while you’re at home. The doctor said Ruby nearly suffered a miscarriage.”
I was hospitalized for three days. He didn’t visit me once.
Meanwhile, Ruby’s social media was flooded with posts flaunting her new yacht, mansion and luxury car, all gifts from Alaric. The entire Middleton Family treated her like she was some precious jewel.
I sat quietly by the hospital window, staring blankly at the rustling leaves.
My phone rang, but it wasn’t him.
“Hello, Miss. Regarding the baby welcoming party you booked, we’ll be using our finest 288,000-dollar package.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“Contact Alaric. You don’t need to notify me.”
On the day I was discharged, I took a cab home by myself.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I saw Ruby lounging lazily on the sofa while Alaric gently peeled grapes for her, one by one.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the side, lowering his voice.
“Ruby’s pregnancy is finally stable. Don’t stir up trouble with her again, understand?”
“From today onward, she’s living here.”
Ruby shot me a smug, challenging glance. Her face said it all: I’ve won.