Semua Bab My Husband Chose His Ex When I Was pregnant: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Serena’s POVThe next morning, I had no idea if Lilliana and Damien came back last night. I stood up when I felt the urge to pee and walked toward the bathroom.Suddenly, a sharp, white-hot pain ripped straight through my lower abdomen. My legs buckled instantly. I let out a loud gasp and dropped to my knees on the floor, my fingers clawing at the rug to keep from falling completely. The pain did not fade. It twisted deeper into my body, making it impossible to draw a full breath.Panic hit me instantly. I clutched my stomach, my heart hammering quickly against my ribs. The doctor’s warning came back to me. I might have an early labor but the premature delivery is highly dangerous because of my health. "No, no, please," I whispered, my forehead pressing against the floorboards as a fresh sweat broke out across my neck.I dragged my body toward the bedroom door. Every movement felt heavy. I unlocked the lock from the inside and managed to push the double doors open, collapsing over th

Serena’s POV"You need to stop crying, Serena," Dr. Harrison said, his hand resting on my shoulder. He adjusted the flow rate on my IV line. "Your heart rate is climbing too fast. I am telling you as your physician, you must rest for at least forty-eight hours if you want to save this baby. Your body cannot take another emotional shock.""He wants to take my child, Doctor," I choked out, my fingers gripping the sheets. "You heard him. He thinks I am a fraud.""Right now, your only job is to breathe," Dr. Harrison replied, pulling the blanket up to my chest. "The security guards outside will ensure nobody disturbs you tonight. Lean back and close your eyes."I turned my head away from the door, staring at the soft glow of the medical screens until exhaustion finally dragged me asleep.The peace did not survive the morning.At nine o'clock the next day, the door to my suite opened without a knock. Three men in identical charcoal suits walked into the room. They carried matching leather

Serena’s POVThe mansion fell completely silent after midnight. I waited in the dark bedroom until the heavy footsteps of the security guards faded from the hallway. My lower back throbbed with a persistent, dull ache, and my stomach felt like it was tied in tight knots. I clutched the crisp paper sheets of Dr. Harrison's latest medical report against my chest. This file contained the undeniable proof of my high stress levels, my rapid weight loss, and the clear warning signs threatening my pregnancy. I needed Damien to look at it. I needed him to see that his cruelty was actively destroying our child.I unlocked my door and slipped out into the dim corridor. The grand estate felt like a cold museum at night, lit only by the low, amber glow of the wall sconces. I made my way downstairs to the west wing, where the light beneath the heavy double doors of Damien’s private study told me he was still awake.I did not knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my bare feet sinking in

Liliana’s POVI stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows of the breakfast room, holding a porcelain cup of espresso. My eyes were fixed on the back courtyard. Serena was walking along the stone path, and the sight of her made my grip tighten around the ceramic handle.She looked different today. The gray tone was entirely gone from her cheeks. She moved with a steady, calm pace, her hand resting over her round stomach without any trembling. She looked healthier and calmer.The change made a sharp spike of paranoia hit my chest.It made absolutely no sense. Damien had blocked every single one of her bank accounts, and his mother had ensured the housemaids left her meals cold in that damp servant room. Serena should have been broken by now. Instead, she looked like a woman who was quietly biding her time.She was planning something. I knew how desperate women acted when they were backed into a corner. If she managed to escape this estate or find a way to clear her name, Damien’s legal te

Serena’s POVThe bright headlights of three police cruisers cut through the dark windows of the morning room, casting long, moving shadows across the walls. It was barely three o'clock in the morning. I sat on the edge of a low armchair near the foyer, my arms wrapped tightly around my stomach. The silence of the mansion was broken by the crunch of heavy tires on the gravel driveway, followed by the loud slam of car doors.The front doors of the estate swung open. Four uniformed police officers walked into the foyer. Damien’s personal corporate attorney, Mr Vance walked right behind them. He held a leather folder under his arm and looked at me with a cold, professional detachment."That is her," Mr. Vance said to the lead officer, pointing his pen toward me. "Serena Cole. Her husband, Mr. Damien Cole, has officially filed charges of attempted murder against her."I stood up slowly, my legs shaking so badly I had to catch my balance on the arm of the chair. "What? No, you do not under