Not Enough Support From My Husband His Best Friend Stepped In Chapter 06

Not Enough Support From My Husband His Best Friend Stepped In Chapter 06

The doctor just shook his head. “We did everything we could. The baby was too small. It’s already too late.”

I dragged my exhausted body to take care of the funeral arrangements.

Back home, I moved like a walking corpse, numbly packing my bags.

Now that the baby was gone, there was no reason left for me to stay and suffer.

The next day, Bryson came back from his long business trip.

He’d closed the project he’d been chasing for three months. Finally had time for the baby and me.

“Where’s the baby? Is the nanny watching her?” His voice was light. “Bring her to me. Tell her Daddy’s home.”

I didn’t answer. I walked out of the bedroom in a black dress.

Bryson stared at me for a long moment.

His gaze softened with a pang of distress.

“Olive, how come you’ve gotten so thin in just half a month?”

“You look so worn out.”

He grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me into his arms.

I pulled free without a word.

Noticing how strange I acted, he spotted the suitcase behind me and frowned.

“Where are you going? A trip?”

“Olive, say something!”

“Where’s our baby?”

No matter how he pressed, how frantic his voice got, my face stayed still.

“Bryson, let’s get a divorce.”I held out the divorce papers. “Just sign your name, and we’ll both be free.”

Bryson stared blankly at the drafted divorce papers.

He took a deep breath, tore the document into tiny shreds, and tossed the pieces into the air. The fragments

drifted down like snowflakes.

“Olive, what nonsense are you spouting? You want a divorce right after our baby was born?”

“Why?” His eyes reddened. He pinned me against the wall, possessive. “Is it because I’ve been working too much? Or did you fall for someone else?”

I turned my face away, not bothering to explain.

Caden laughed sharply out of rage.

“Olive, even if you’re selfish and have fallen for another man, you ought to think about our baby.”

“She’s only a few months old. Can you stand to let her grow up without a father?”

At the mention of the baby, a flicker of emotion finally stirred in my eyes.

I slowly turned to Bryson, my complexion ashen. “The baby’s gone.”

Bryson froze. “What are you talking about? What do you mean she’s gone? Isn’t she asleep in the bedroom? Where’s the nanny?”

“The nanny left.” My voice was flat. “Back in the third month. Her pay was withheld, so she threw down her

apron and quit.”

“Then you should have paid her!”

I gave a faint smile. “I had no money to pay her.”

Shock washed over Bryson, his face etched with disbelief.

“That’s impossible. Didn’t I have Elsie restore your eighty thousand a month?”

He grabbed my shoulders.

“Tell me where the baby is. Did you leave her with someone? A neighbor or your mother?”

His grip dug into my bones, the pain spreading all over my body. But my chest ached far worse.

I looked up at him. “Bryson, let go of me.”

Instead of releasing me, he tightened his hold.

“Olive, tell me what happened!”

“Why is there no trace of the baby in this house? What the hell happened?”