My Comatose Wife Woke Up Pregnant Chapter 03

My Comatose Wife Woke Up Pregnant Chapter 03 A Trap in the Dark
I worked in the study until late that night.
On my way to the bathroom, I stopped dead. Vivian and Mason were tangled together beneath the shower.
Even though I had already decided to leave her, the sight ripped through me.
For three years, I had washed and cared for that body with endless tenderness. Now it was betraying me.
Mason noticed me and released Vivian without the slightest trace of panic.
He slipped into a robe and spoke as if nothing had happened.
“You made Vivian cry. I was only comforting her.
“You’ve always been so good at taking care of her. Why don’t you come wash her off?”
Rage shook through me. I seized Mason and slammed him against the wall.
“She’s your woman now. I don’t care what she’s done—or whether she lives or dies!”
Vivian’s expression changed at once.
Mason arranged his face into a look of grief.
“How can you say that, Julian? You’re the one she truly loves. She stayed trapped in that bed for three years to help repay your debt. How could you be so heartless now?”
I raised my fist.
Vivian suddenly crumpled, clutching herself in pain.
“Julian… Mason… it hurts. Am I losing the baby?”
Mason shoved me aside and rushed to her.
He lifted her into his arms and shouted at me.
“Why are you just standing there? Drive us to the hospital! Vivian is your wife. Are you really going to watch her die?”
I wasn’t about to let anyone die in my house, so I drove them to the hospital.
Once we arrived, I turned to leave.
Mason caught my arm.
“There’s a problem at the company. I have to go. Stay here and look after Vivian.”
I tore free of his grip.
“Even shamelessness should have a limit. You married her. Why should I take care of your wife?”
His voice softened.
“Do me this one favor, okay? You already spent three years caring for her. What’s one more day?”
He pushed me toward Vivian and walked away.
Medication had eased her pain, and she was steadily recovering.
She looked at me with a knowing smile.
“I knew you wouldn’t abandon me, honey.”
I took her hand.
Her cheeks flushed.
Then I pulled off the wedding ring I had given her three years earlier and dropped it into the trash.
Under her stunned gaze, I said coldly,
“You don’t deserve to wear that.”
I left her in the hospital room.
Outside, I wandered aimlessly, trying to clear my head.
The scene in the shower had sickened me, and the pressure in my chest refused to ease.
A van suddenly swerved to the curb and stopped in front of me.
Two masked men jumped out of the car, drugged me unconscious, and dragged me back inside.
When I woke, I was lying in a dim, unfamiliar room.
Rope bound me tightly. Strange red welts covered my skin.
“You’re Julian Prescott, right? Want to see the show we just filmed?”
One of the masked men held up his phone and played a video.
The moment I understood what I was seeing, cold swept through my entire body.
The footage showed two female thugs sexually assaulting and tormenting me. They slapped me and lashed me with whips.
I was clearly drugged. Instead of fighting back, the man on the screen seemed to welcome it.
My voice trembled.
“Why did you do this? Delete that video!”
The men exchanged a glance, then burst into exaggerated laughter.
“Delete it? Not a chance. We’re putting it everywhere!”
“Get ready to be famous.”
Right in front of me, they uploaded the video to several of the most popular platforms.
Fury nearly tore me apart.
“You bastards!”
I lunged at them.
One kicked me back to the floor while the other pulled out a barbed whip.
He smiled down at me with vicious delight.
“The boss said you get at least ten lashes tonight. Nobody lets you go until we finish.”
Their boss? I had no enemies here. Who could hate me enough to arrange this?
“Who hired you? Tell me—”
The first crack of the whip cut me off.
One blow was enough to split my skin.
The next tore across my face and ripped my mouth open.
The third.
The fourth.
The pain dragged me under before they were done.