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 he
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 oceanfro
m in your name. You love the ocean night?
You can go stay there for a while,”
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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 needie laid on the bed
Aubrey was sobbing in Gregory’s arms
“Gregory im
ared think the needle touched my stomach Will the baby be okay!
Gregory worthed her gently But when he turned to hunk at for his eyes were foll
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“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 outsi
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 agant hus done way
“What happened today is your fault. And since our son was just reacting you ft lust have to sear with F
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 want bakr 1bla out on her Ive got a medical team watching her
The moment the words left his mouth Gregory parked up Auties and left
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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 selfis
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.
hed me away, disgusted, and ran after Gregory.
med into the corner of
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nce, you stop right
n’s steps did falter
softened my voice
could feel warm blood starting to trickle down my legs.
gth to call out to him.
tle sister. Please, help her!”
my chest.
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rner of his mouth.
have kids anymore. How could y
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knife twisting. I tried to expl
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* me to the hospital.
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feel much sadness
ang between Gregory and me ever again.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
