I Did A Wedding Survey, And Exposed My Ten-Year-Long Love Betrayal Chapter 04

I Did A Wedding Survey, And Exposed My Ten-Year-Long Love Betrayal Chapter 04

When I opened my eyes again, the only person by my side was the doctor making rounds.

“Eight weeks pregnant. Risk of miscarriage. Do you want to keep it?”

I froze for a second, my right hand instinctively moving to my stomach.

I’d waited ten years for this child. I’d even set up the nursery myself.

But now—of all times—

I opened my mouth to speak, but my belly gave a tiny twitch.

Like it was reminding me it was really there.

My eyes burned. I couldn’t bring myself to say the word “no.”

The doctor looked at me and sighed.

“Decide soon. The longer you wait, the worse it is for both of you.”

The doctor barely left when the door pushed open again.

“Clara.”

Trevor hurried to my bedside and cupped my face in his hands.

“Does it still hurt? Are you hurt anywhere?”

My eyes stung. I was about to answer—but he let out a breath of relief first.

“Good, you’re awake. At least that didn’t slow us down.”

“Lila needs a blood transfusion. You’re the same type. Come with me.”

He pulled me up, and the IV line yanked right out.

Blood welled up instantly, spilling across the green sterile sheet.

But he didn’t even seem to notice.

I wrenched myself free.

“I’m not going!”

Trevor looked at me.

“Clara, I know you’re upset, but this isn’t the time to throw a fit.”

His eyes flicked to the bloodstain on the sheet. His face shifted for a second—but his voice stayed hard.

“After the transfusion, I’ll give you back your mother’s necklace.”

Even now, he was still threatening me.

I closed my eyes.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Clara, you made up that lie just to get out of donating blood? When did you become so cruel?”

His brows drew together sharply, his tone turning impatient.

“You already upset Lila at the wedding—she almost lost the baby. And then at the house, you spilled that coffee on purpose and made her faint.”

“Even if you don’t like her, you should at least care about the baby she’s carrying!”

Cruel?

The same Trevor who used to step in front of me and calmly defend me when my father called me cruel—

now he was calling me cruel himself?

I should have felt hurt.

But all I felt was a numb kind of quiet.

Trevor stared at my calm expression, frozen for a moment, about to say something.

Then Grant appeared at the door.

“Trevor, you done? Lila’s crying her eyes out!”

The last trace of hesitation in Trevor’s eyes vanished.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed.

“Clara, don’t be difficult. Just come.”

I almost laughed.

So even now, he still saw me as “difficult.”

I didn’t fight him anymore. I just looked at him.

“Give me the necklace first.”

He paused, then finally placed the amethyst pendant into my palm.

In the transfusion room, as the needle pierced my vein, I found myself drifting back.

Grant used to say that when I got pregnant, he’d be the baby’s first godfather.

Paige would hug me and laugh, promising to decorate the nursery.

Trevor would hold my hand and whisper, “Our kid doesn’t have to be perfect—just safe and healthy.”

Back then, I believed all of it.

But now, Grant was at Lila’s bedside. Paige was crying with her.

And Trevor stood out in the hallway, never once looking back at me.

Dark red blood slowly filled the bag.

100 ml, 200 ml, 300 ml…

My lips went pale.

Then a warm gush flooded between my legs.

The nurse looked down and went pale herself.

“You can’t draw blood from a pregnant woman! Don’t you know that?”

The cramping in my belly got worse, wave after wave.

The nurse ran to get the doctor.

From down the hall, I could hear Lila sobbing—and a crowd of voices soothing her.

…

For the next week, Trevor stayed at the hospital taking care of Lila.

He sent me message after message. I didn’t reply to a single one.

He told himself I was just sulking.

Until the wedding day. He gathered the friends and headed to the venue.

But the ballroom was pitch black.

Trevor frowned and told Dylan to find the manager.

“What’s this? This is how you set up for a wedding?”

The manager looked confused.

“Wedding? Ms. Bennett already canceled it!”