Chloe smirked, removing the medical coat to reveal a sleek black dress. She met Vanessa’s eyes and tilted her head—a silent threat.
But the older nurse quietly moved toward the security camera, checking a small device.
“It’s all recorded,” she whispered.
Chloe’s confidence vanished. Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“Delete it,” he ordered.
“That’s not possible,” the doctor replied. “It’s stored on the central server.”
Vanessa’s pain intensified—but her mind sharpened. She refused to let this go. Moments later, her baby’s cry pierced the room.
Her son was born. Alive. Strong.
Despite everything.
The next morning, sunlight filled the private suite. Vanessa hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she relived the suffocation, Chloe’s whisper, Ethan’s indifference.
The door opened.
Chloe walked in casually, holding coffee and a tablet.
“You look better than I expected,” she said.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Vanessa replied.
“Oh please. Ethan sent me,” Chloe smiled, pulling out a velvet box. Inside was a massive diamond ring. “He gave this to me last night. He wants you to sign the divorce quietly.”
Vanessa felt sick.
“You almost killed me,” she said. “And you’re showing off a ring?”
“I’ll destroy you both.”