Just then, the contractions came in waves, but they dismissed my pain as theatrics. Soon, my water broke and fluid pooled beneath me, but their jeers only grew harsher.
"Nydia, are you seriously wetting yourself in front of all of us?"
"How embarrassing. Ugly people really do cause the most trouble."
But, despite their humiliation, Hadden didn’t defend me. Instead, he glanced at the wet stain on my pants and sneered.
In my previous life, I had called the emergency line for him. At first, he hesitated outside the nurse’s station then after a while, he finally put a hazmat suit on me. For the sake of our child, he fed me the only vial of the antidote, saving my life.
Meanwhile, Cynthia succumbed to the virus. But then, he assured me her death wasn’t my fault and urged me not to let guilt affect the baby. As such, I was forced into an early hospital stay, surrounded by monitoring equipment, awaiting delivery.
Nydia's POV
Hadden said he would personally deliver my baby, but the moment I gave birth, he injected our newborn with a lethal dose right in front of me.
The baby didn’t even get the chance to cry. Its tiny body stiffened in his arms, breathless and lifeless.