I Was Pregnant When He Announced His Other Baby Chapter 03

I Was Pregnant When He Announced His Other Baby Chapter 03

“There are dozens of staff in this villa. They’re far more capable than I am.”

But Gregory’s next words stopped me in my tracks.

“You’ve got quite a temper. Fine, you can leave. But think about your mother. If you don’t do it, I can always have her do it instead.”

My clenched fists fell open, helpless.

Gritting my teeth, I went into the master bedroom to pack up my things.

But my son followed me in and just started throwing all my stuff out the door.

Bottles and jars shattered across the floor.

He looked at me like he was stating the obvious.

“Mom, you were too slow. Besides, all this stuff is old anyway. It needs to go.”

Gregory reached out to pat my back, trying to smooth things over.

“Alright, Jennifer. I’ll buy you all the oceanfront villas in the city and put them in your name. You love the ocean, right? You can go stay there for a while.”

His smooth, hypocritical words made me sick.

I avoided his hand, cleaned the room, and left as quickly as I could.

But half an hour later, I heard a scream from the master bedroom.

A few security guards grabbed me and dragged me back upstairs.

A single, shiny needle laid on the bed.

Aubrey was sobbing in Gregory’s arms.

“Gregory, I’m so scared. I think the needle touched my stomach. Will the baby be okay?”

Gregory soothed her gently. But when he turned to look at me, his eyes were full of disgust.

“Jennifer, since when did you become so vicious?”

“You’re a teacher, don’t you have any sense of restraint? I told you Aubrey isn’t a threat to you. Why do you have to make trouble for her?”

“A needle that long, hidden in the bed. Were you trying to hurt her?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. “What?”

Suddenly, my son, who had been standing silently in the corner, charged at me.

A sharp pain shot through my wrist.

That same shiny needle was now sticking into my right wrist.

My hand went almost completely numb.

My son wasn’t done. He started hitting me with his small fists.

“Bad mom, bad mom! You tried to stab Aubrey with that needle, so I’m hurting you back for her!”

His hits weren’t very strong, but I couldn’t hold back my tears.

I had always thought my son was too mature, too quiet, just like Gregory.

So I had secretly hoped he would act more like a real little kid. Throw tantrums, cry, get angry.

But I never imagined the first time I saw him lose his temper, he would be getting angry at me… for someone outside our family.

I looked up at Gregory. The disappointment in my gaze was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

“Do you really think I did this?”

Gregory was silent for a long time.

Then Aubrey suddenly screamed.

“Gregory, my stomach hurts so much. What if something is wrong with the baby?”

“If I lose this baby, I don’t want to live anymore.”

Gregory held her in his arms, trying to calm her down. When he looked at me again, his doubt was gone.

“What happened today is your fault. And since our son was just reacting, you’ll just have to deal with it.”

He looked at the gash on my wrist and rubbed his temples again.

“Besides, it’s not a serious injury. You can take care of it yourself.”

“Don’t worry about your mother. I won’t take this out on her. I’ve got a medical team watching her 24/7. She’ll be fine.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Gregory picked up Aubrey and left.

A sharp, cramping pain twisted in my own belly. I called out to him instinctively.

The man turned around, his face full of impatience.

“What are you trying to pull now?”

“Aubrey is in this state, and you’re still jealous? You’ve gone through pregnancy before. How can you be so selfish?”

One after another, his accusations shut down any words I had.

The pain in my lower abdomen was getting worse. I couldn’t stop Gregory.

I reached for my son, hoping he would help me up.

But he just pushed me away, disgusted, and ran after Gregory.

My stomach slammed into the corner of the coffee table. I could feel warm blood starting to trickle down my legs.

Acting on pure instinct and fear, I used the last of my strength to call out to him.

“Ethan Vance, you stop right there. I’m carrying your little sister. Please, help her!”

My son’s steps did falter. A flicker of hope sparked in my chest.

I softened my voice, asking him to call 911.

But a cruel, mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“Mommy is a liar. Daddy said you can’t have kids anymore. How could you have a little sister?”

“My little sister is in Aubrey’s tummy. Stop pretending, Mom. It’s gross.”

The pain in my belly felt like a knife twisting. I tried to explain.

But my son was already gone, without a second thought.

Finally, a kind maid took me to the hospital.

When I woke up, I just saw the doctor’s regretful face.

“I’m sorry. You were brought in too late. We couldn’t save the baby.”

“Don’t be too sad, ma’am. You can try again.”

My hand went to my now-flat stomach. To my surprise, I didn’t feel much sadness.

There wouldn’t be another baby. There wouldn’t be anything between Gregory and me ever again.