All Chapters of My Husband Chose His Ex When I Was pregnant: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Serena’s POVWhen I was myself again, I ordered a cab with my last cash.The cab driver did not speak to me as the vehicle idled outside the massive iron gates of the Cole estate. I reached into the hidden lining of my heavy coat, pulled out one of the crisp hundred-dollar bills from the stranger's package, and handed it through the plastic partition. The driver took the money with a short nod, and the mechanical locks clicked open. I stepped outside with my spirit completely dead.I dragged my feet across the gravel driveway and walked into the servant’s wing, my wet canvas shoes leaving dark tracks on the concrete floor. The small room was just as cold as I had left it. I changed into a dry cotton nightgown, swallowed two of the prenatal vitamins from the package, and lay down on the thin mattress. I stared at the ceiling in the dark, waiting for the final blow to fall.I was a fool to come back here but I had nowhere else to go, I had nothing and no cent to my name so I could do no

Serena’s povThe transition from a tense room to absolute chaos happened in a single heartbeat.I was standing near the edge of the bed when the first sharp, tearing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. It was not a dull ache. It was a violent, white-hot sensation that made my knees instantly buckle. I gasped, my hand flying to my stomach as I collapsed onto the carpet."Serena?" Damien’s voice cut through the air, his tone losing its usual cold edge.Before I could answer, a warm, thick rush of fluid soaked through the fabric of my clothes, spilling onto the light-colored rug. I looked down, my vision blurring as the unmistakable, deep crimson stain expanded rapidly. I was hemorrhaging. The sheer volume of blood was terrifying, pooling around me on the floor within seconds.The private doctors Damiano kept stationed in the adjoining wing of the estate burst through the doors, their heavy medical bags clattering against the floor. The lead physician, a gray-haired man who had worked

Serena’s POVThe old digital phone on the bedside table vibrated against the metal surface again. The screen lit up, casting a pale light over the dark linoleum floor. It was the third time the Cole family legal team had tried to reach the line within the last hour. The mechanical buzz echoed through the small recovery ward, sounding loud and rhythmic in the quiet room.Every single time since I got the call from Lilliana, I have been ignoring their texts and calls, for my peace of mind.I did not reach out my hand to answer it. I simply watched the screen blink until the battery warning flashed and the device finally went completely dark. I was done taking any more calls from the Cole family. I was done listening to the voice of my husband's assistants, his mother, or his lawyers. Every word they spoke belonged to a world that had already destroyed everything I owned.Even Lilliana had a say in what happens with my life, I was truly not a lucky person. She had complete control over m

Serena’s POVThe final morning in the hospital arrived without any warning. A young nurse walked into the small recovery room, holding a white plastic bag containing my old, stained clothes. She placed the bag onto the foot of the bed without saying a word, her eyes avoiding mine as she adjusted the paper chart on her clipboard. My body felt stiff and hollow as I sat on the edge of the mattress, my bare feet touching the cold linoleum floor. One full week had passed since the emergency surgery, but time had completely lost its meaning inside these bare, white walls.I had no money to pay the billing desk, and my personal belongings had been reduced to trash. I reached into the pocket of my coat, pulled out my old phone, and tried to dial my mother's number one last time. I held the cold plastic against my ear, hoping for a single shred of human mercy or a familiar voice. The line did not even ring. A short, automated voice informed me that the recipient had permanently blocked my numb