I Supported My Bankrupt Boyfriend for Three Years, Then Met His Wife Chapter 04
When I woke up again, the sharp smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils.
Kael sat quietly beside my hospital bed.
“Celeste, you lost the baby.”
I widened my eyes but wouldn’t look at him.
“Mm.” The sound came out cold and hollow.
“That was our child! Is that all you have to say?”
He sounded upset, though I wondered if I’d only imagined it.
“What reaction do you want from me? Should I drag Mr. Rainer down to the grave alongside our baby?”
A bitter laugh tore out of me, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“It’s not the first time I’ve miscarried, anyway.”
My first pregnancy had been fragile from the start.
My chaotic sleep schedule had brought on early signs of miscarriage.
The doctor wrote me a prescription for prenatal pills, but it cost an arm and a leg—enough to buy Kael and me multiple hearty meat dinners.
I’d refused to buy it.
I’d endured this agony alone so many times I’d long since grown numb.
But the slap that cracked across my cheek a second later burned fiercely.
Kael’s eyes blazed red with rage.
“Celeste, were there other men before me? How cheap can you be?”
“I never should’ve softened my heart for a vain woman like you. Losing the baby is for the best—you don’t deserve to carry my blood.”
He swept a vase of fresh white lilies off the nightstand and crushed the blooms under his shoe.
Seraphina burst into the room and grabbed fistfuls of my hair, and he just stood by and watched coldly.
“You homewrecker! You ruined my dress on purpose that day, didn’t you?”
My scalp screamed with pain. I was too drained, body and soul, to fight back.
Seraphina pulled out her phone, turned on a live stream, and shoved the camera straight in my face.
“Everyone look—this woman seduces married men! She even snuck into my house under the pretense of being an in-home organizer!”
“She’s only twenty, and she’s already a kept mistress. Who knows how many babies she’s aborted? She’s completely ruined goods!”
Viewers quickly dug up every piece of my personal information from my face.
My address, my workplace, even the official social media pages of every part-time job I’d held flooded with furious comments.
They hurled vicious insults nonstop.
“I’ve followed Seraphina for two years. She’s always been a genuine wealthy heiress, and it’s obvious how close she is to her husband. How does this homewrecker have the gall to destroy their marriage?”
“Celeste? The name rings a bell. Isn’t her dad the doctor who killed a patient years ago? The whole family’s rotten to the core.”
“Anyone who breaks up a marriage deserves hell!”
My phone buzzed with endless missed calls from every acquaintance I’d met through part-time work.
I didn’t dare answer a single one.
I had no way to defend myself.
Whether I’d wanted it or not, the truth was plain to see.
Kael and Seraphina were legally married.
I was nothing, no official title, no standing.
But he’d asked me to marry him first.
Sobs bubbled up in my throat, impossible to hold back any longer.
I curled into a ball, overcome with agony.
Only then did Kael put an end to my punishment.
He pulled the hysterical Seraphina into his arms, pressing soft kiss after soft kiss to calm her down.
When he turned to me, all I got was a cold, dismissive glance.
“Celeste, you need to learn your place.”
I stared blankly at the ceiling, thick hot tears spilling steadily from the corners of my eyes.
A few days later, Kael’s assistant arrived at my room with a property transfer document and a massive diamond ring.
“These are a discharge gift from Mr. Rainer.”
“He said if you stay quietly at the mansion and don’t stir up trouble, he’ll provide for you for the rest of your life.”
I took the two items, tore the contract to shreds, pried the diamond out of the ring, and slipped it into my pocket.
This was what he owed me.
I shot him a cold smile and spoke.
“Go back and tell Kael I regret ever picking him up off the street. I never want to see him again.”
Once the assistant left, I handled all the paperwork to check myself out of the hospital alone.
