1 Everyone said my husband, Rovan, and his childhood sweetheart, Selina, were sworn enemies. On our wedding day, she was the one person he pointedly didn’t invite. That all changed the night I went into labor. Rovan gently placed a pill in my mouth, whispering that it was for the pain. As my senses blurred, a sob broke through the door. "Rovan, the puppy you gave me... she's not going to make it." Rovan’s voice, softer and more tender than I had ever heard it, flowed like honey. "Don't worry, Selina." "I gave her something. She'll be able to nurse soon. Bring your puppy in." Selina's voice was laced with worry. "But she hasn't even had the baby yet. Forcing it with medication… it could be dangerous for her and the child." Rovan's tone turned to ice. "Then she shouldn't have taken so long to give birth, leaving our puppy without milk. This is her own fault." "As for the baby," he added with chilling finality, "if he can save our dog's life, it will be his greatest honor." Every word was a needle piercing my heart. When I woke again, the searing pain in my chest confirmed the nightmare was real. I wiped the tears from my face and dialed the encrypted number. "Dad," I choked out, "I've changed my mind. I'm ready to leave him and keep the baby." ... The next day, I was jolted awake by a fresh wave of agony. My eyes flew open to the garish splash of crimson staining the sheets beneath me, a brutal confirmation that this was no dream. I dragged myself to the door, my hand hovering over the handle when the voices outside froze me in place. "Offering a bounty for your own son's heart's blood... you're really something else, Rovan," Selina's voice purred. Rovan let out a contemptuous laugh. "What choice do I have?" "After last night's medication, the thing in her belly is probably defective. The Sterling family can't have a stain like that on its name. I'm just cutting my losses." Selina playfully punched his chest. "Just because I was going abroad, you had to marry someone else? And get her pregnant? What am I to you, really?" Rovan caught her hand, pulling her into his arms. "Are you jealous?" he murmured, kissing her forehead. "She's just a placeholder. Besides, the kid isn't even mine. On our wedding night, I paid some homeless guy off the street." My body, pressed against the door, went rigid. My blood turned to ice. "Two hundred bucks, and she got knocked up with some stray's kid," he added, his voice dripping with the kind of disdain you'd reserve for trash. The sharp cramps in my belly were nothing compared to the agony ripping through my heart. The conversation outside continued. "I even recorded it." "The way she acted... if she ever dares to disobey me, I'll make sure the whole world gets a look." "Send it to me! I have to see what the prim and proper Mrs. Sterling looks like behind closed doors," Selina said, her voice giddy with excitement. "What's the rush? Good things are meant to be shared. The guys are all waiting for a copy." "All seven of them? You're that generous?" "She's just a toy. I never thought of her as my wife. Selina, the only one I've ever loved is you." Each word was a poisoned blade, hacking my heart to pieces. I slid down the door, a warm, slick feeling spreading between my legs. The sounds of their grotesque panting filled the air; they couldn't even wait to find a room. A violent pain tore through my abdomen. I tried to stand, but my limbs were useless. I don't know how much time passed before the door was thrown open. Rovan saw me in the pool of blood, his pupils shrinking. "Eleanor!" he yelled, scooping me into his arms. In the last moment before darkness consumed me, I saw the panic etched on his face. I managed to twist my lips into a silent, bitter sneer. Rovan, who are you still performing for? When I woke again, the world was a blinding, sterile white. Rovan immediately grabbed my hand, his voice thick with fake concern. "Eleanor, how are you feeling?" The sight of his face made my stomach churn. I yanked my hand away. My other hand flew to my belly, a desperate, searching motion. I didn't care who the father was; this was my child. Rovan misunderstood my panic. "The baby's fine," he rushed to assure me. "The doctor said you were just overwhelmed by stress." I stared at him, my gaze as cold as a tombstone. "My due date is today. Why haven't I delivered?" A flash of panic crossed his face. "Maybe... maybe the baby wants to stay with mommy a little longer." I let out a hollow, mocking laugh. Just then, the hospital room door opened. Selina walked in, cradling a tiny puppy, her eyes fixed on Rovan with a look of pure distress. "Rovan, our puppy... she's not doing well again." He instantly took the dog from her and turned to me. "Eleanor, this dog means the world to Selina. Can you... can you please help her?" A cold smirk touched my lips. "How? By taking another one of your lactation pills like last night?" Rovan's face paled. "You know?" I didn't answer, just kept my eyes locked on him, a silent accusation. Suddenly, Selina fell to her knees in front of me, banging her head on the floor. "Eleanor, please don't blame Rovan for last night! It was my fault, all my fault!" she wailed. "This puppy was his coming-of-age gift to me. I can't just watch her die! Please, help me, I'm begging you!" Her forehead was already starting to bleed. Rovan, his face twisted with pain, pulled her up and glared at me. "I never knew you could be so cruel, just watching her beg you like this," he snarled. "It's just a little milk. It won't cost you anything." I clenched my jaw, refusing to let them see me break. "Never." Selina's eyes welled up with fresh tears. Suddenly, Rovan's hand shot out, clamping around my neck as he forced another white pill into my mouth. It dissolved instantly, impossible to spit out no matter how much I gagged and struggled. A wave of unnatural heat washed over me. He approached with the puppy, ripped open my hospital gown, and exposed my chest. "Rovan, you can't do this to me! You can't treat me like some animal!" I screamed. His hand trembled for a second, but he still brought the whimpering puppy to my breast. When I thrashed wildly, he actually produced a pair of handcuffs and locked my wrist to the bed frame. I was completely powerless. I looked down in horror as the tiny animal latched on, its sharp teeth tearing at my sensitive skin. A searing pain ripped through me. I shrieked, my cries echoing in the sterile room, but Rovan just watched, his expression cold and unmoved. When it was finally over, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my spirit shattered. Rovan started to speak, but Selina suddenly went pale, swaying on her feet. "Rovan, my head... it hurts so much." Without a second's hesitation, he spun around, caught her as she fell, and rushed out of the room, carrying her in his arms. He never gave me a single backward glance. My heart plunged into an icy abyss. The drugs forced my due date back, day by day. With every check-up, the doctor’s eyes were filled with a pity I couldn't bear. When I was finally discharged and returned home, I found Selina lounging on the living room sofa as if she owned the place. Rovan wasn't surprised to see me. "Selina was injured and needs someone to look after her. She'll be staying here from now on." His words were a final, decisive blade, severing the last thread of hope I had left. "Fine," I said, my voice utterly devoid of emotion. Arguing was pointless. He wouldn't listen anyway. Why waste my breath? I ate my dinner in silence and went upstairs. That night, Rovan came into the room, reeking of Selina’s cloyingly sweet perfume. He cleared his throat and held out a bracelet. "I know you've had a rough few days. I bought this especially for you." He tried for a softer tone. "I've always seen Selina as a sister. That dog is just... so important to her. I couldn't let it die." I took the bracelet without a word. He immediately pulled me into an embrace, his lips finding mine. "I knew you'd understand, honey. You're the best." I stared at a dark corner of the room, a glacial smile forming on my lips. The next morning, Selina blocked my path at the top of the stairs. She was holding that wretched dog, her hand outstretched. "The bracelet Rovan gave you last night. Give it back." I took a step back. "My husband gave that to me. Why should I give it to you?" She let out a derisive snort. "It was a free gift that came with the necklace he bought me. They're a set. I thought the bracelet was ugly, so he gave it to you. Now I've changed my mind. Hand it over." Her voice was triumphant, completely certain I would bend to her will. Even though I thought I was prepared for anything, her words felt like a thousand tiny needles piercing my heart. The warmth he'd offered was nothing more than someone else's discarded trash. "He gave it to me," I said, my voice hoarse. "It's mine now. If you want it back, have him ask me for it himself." Before the words were even out of my mouth, she did the unthinkable. She hurled the puppy down the marble staircase. A sickening thud, and the yelping stopped. "Baby!" Selina shrieked, stumbling down the stairs. She collapsed beside the dog's lifeless body, cradling it in her arms. Rovan rushed out, drawn by the commotion. The moment she saw him, Selina scrambled to her feet, clutching the dead dog, and started for the door. "I'm going home," she whimpered. Sensing something was wrong, Rovan grabbed her arm. "Selina, what is it? What happened?" That was all it took. She collapsed into his chest, sobbing hysterically. "Rovan... our baby... our dog... I know she hates me, but she should have taken it out on me! Why... why did she have to do this to my puppy? He was my life!" Her grief was a spectacular performance. Rovan froze for a second, then his gaze shot to me, instantly turning venomous. He lunged, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me in front of Selina. My scalp screamed in protest. "Apologize to her!" he roared. I hung my head, my silence a defiant refusal. His patience snapped. "You brought this on yourself," he hissed, his eyes flashing with a brutal light. He kicked the back of my knee, hard. I collapsed, my kneecaps slamming against the cold floor with a dull crack. The next moment, his leather shoe was grinding into my spine, forcing me to my knees. Selina's sobs grew louder. "Baby was my child! She killed my child! Even if she apologizes, I'll never forgive her!" "Then what do you want, Selina?" Her voice was pure poison. "A life for a life. She killed my child, so she'll pay with hers!" My pupils contracted. A raw scream tore from my throat. "Rovan, this is my baby!" A flicker of something—doubt? regret?—crossed his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "A life for a life, Eleanor. This is all your fault." He yanked me to my feet. In a moment of pure, desperate rage, I lunged forward and bit down on his hand, hard. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. He roared in pain, his face contorting, and backhanded me across the face. I fell to the floor, stunned. Then his foot came up, slamming into my chest. Pain exploded through me. I curled into a ball, unable to move, unable even to draw a breath without a tearing sensation. Selina calmly handed him a thick wooden rod. "Rovan, she dared to attack you. Use this. Get rid of the bastard in her stomach." Rovan gripped the rod, his knuckles white. For a heartbeat, he hesitated. "Selina, maybe we should just... let it go. This isn't easy for her." Her eyes filled with tears. "Rovan, do you love her now?" she whispered brokenly. "Have you forgotten? This was your gift to me. This was our baby." His resolve hardened. "Fine. Then just let her apologize." Selina smiled, a slow, cruel curve of her lips. She lifted her foot, showing me the dirt on her expensive shoe. "If you want me to forgive her, fine. Let her kneel down and lick my shoe clean. Then I might consider letting her and that thing in her belly live." The thought of my baby, who hadn't even had a chance to see the world, spurred me into action. I pushed through the agony, my body screaming in protest, and began to crawl towards her. A sharp, twisting pain shot through my abdomen, as if my child was silently begging me to stop. But this was my baby. And I had failed to protect him. I closed my eyes, squeezed them shut against the humiliation, and lowered my head. I licked her shoe clean. When I was done, she nodded with satisfaction. "You're certainly good with your mouth. No wonder you got pregnant with a bastard on the first try." She laughed, a sharp, ugly sound, tugging on Rovan's arm. "Rovan, darling, we can let her live, but she has to pay. She'll stay here all night and pray for my little baby's soul." Rovan didn't object. He simply turned and left with her. I collapsed onto the floor, every ounce of strength gone. The pain in my stomach intensified, and the bleeding grew worse. "Don't be afraid, little one," I whispered, fumbling for my phone. "Mommy's going to get us help." My fingers trembled as I tried to dial, but the screen was dead. No signal. The next second, a flicker of orange caught my eye. Flames were leaping up from a corner of the room, and thick, acrid smoke began to fill the air. I bit my tongue, the sharp pain clearing my head for a moment. I crawled towards the main door, banging on it with what little strength I had left, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked from the outside. The heat was becoming unbearable, sweat pouring down my face. The fire crept closer, a hungry, roaring beast. The door remained sealed. I slumped against it, my hand resting on my belly. I'm so sorry, baby. Mommy couldn't protect you. My vision blurred, the world dissolving into smoke and shadows. I couldn't hold on any longer. I passed out. As Rovan was led away by Selina, a profound unease settled over him. He turned his head and saw a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
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