Eight Months Pregnant, He Signed For My Death Chapter 02
It felt like a dull blade carving into my chest, over and over
again.
I forced myself upright, looking at the two of them locked in their dramatic devotion, and let out a bitter laugh.
“So what, I’m supposed to thank him?” I said hoarsely. “Thank him for aborting my full–term baby for you? For
secretly removing my uterus and nearly killing me… and still having the kindness to sit by my bed and wait for me to wake up?”
Lexi Cassidy’s tears fell even harder, like beads snapping off a
broken string.
“Fine! It’s all my fault!” she cried, glaring at me stubbornly. “I hurt you, okay? I’ll make it up to you!”
Before anyone could react, she shoved Caleb aside, grabbed a
fruit knife from the table, and drove it toward her own
stomach.
“I’ll cut out my baby and my uterus too if that’s what it takes
to make things right!”
“Lexi!”
Caleb lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her tightly. His hand clamped down on the blade.
Blood began to drip down his fingers.
He lifted his head and looked at me coldly.
“Vivian Rhodes. Are you satisfied now?”
He carefully scooped the unconscious Lexi into his arms and
walked out without looking back.
The only thing he left behind was a single sentence.
“I’ve been too good to you. That’s why you think you can act
however you want. Since that’s the case, you should learn
what hardship feels like.”
I watched his retreating figure, tears sliding silently down my
face as I smiled.
The man who once promised to protect me for the rest of my
life, to never let me suffer even a little… had long since died
somewhere along the way.
His bodyguards stepped forward, their expressions cold as
they dragged me out of the room and threw me into the
hallway.
“Starting today, everything Mr. Vance gave you is being taken
back,” one of them said flatly. “If you want to stay in this
hospital room…”
I let out a quiet, bitter laugh and turned toward the exit.
“There’s no need. Caleb and everything that belongs to him… I
don’t want any of it.”
They took my phone and my wallet.
After all, those were things Caleb had given me.
I stood on the street with nothing to my name, trying to flag
down a ride home.
Every time a car slowed, one of the bodyguards would step
forward and say calmly, “If you’re not afraid of offending the CEO of Vance Group, feel free to give her a ride.”
Every driver hesitated, then shook their head apologetically
before speeding off.
The bodyguard glanced at my unsteady figure and spoke
again.
“Mr. Vance asked me to pass along a message. This is what happens when you go against him. If you’re willing to apologize to Miss Cassidy and agree to personally take care of her throughout her pregnancy, he’ll have someone take you
home.”
I didn’t respond.
I simply started walking.
Step by step, toward what used to be my home.
Warm blood trickled down my legs, dripping onto the pavement and drawing stares from passersby.
But I felt nothing.
I kept walking.
By the time I finally reached the house, night had fallen.
The lights inside were bright, spilling warmth into the cold
darkness.
My fingers, stiff from the chill, trembled as I keyed in the passcode.
Error.
I tried again.
Error.
Again.
Error.
Over and over, until the door suddenly swung open.
The housekeeper stood there, clearly irritated.
“Ms. Rhodes, stop trying. As long as you refuse to apologize to Mr. Vance, you don’t get to use anything he paid for. This house belongs to him. No apology, no entry.”
Her eyes swept over me, and she let out a mocking laugh.
“If I were you, I’d just admit fault already. Do you even know who Mr. Vance is? There are plenty of women out there waiting for a chance to take your place.”
She smirked.
“And you? No family, no looks. You’re in your thirties and now you can’t even have kids anymore…”
“The woman he has on the side is already pregnant, and he
still hasn’t divorced you. Honestly, he’s been more than generous. What are you even upset about?”
I cut her off quietly.
“I’m not going inside. I just need to take one thing.”
She scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Everything in there was bought by Mr. Vance. What could
possibly belong to you? Don’t tell me you’re planning to steal
his jewelry or designer bags to sell?”
I met her gaze, my voice steady.
“I just want my medical records.”
“That’s all.“
