Chapter 2
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When I was taken to an unfamiliar room, exhaustion and pain consumed me.
I still couldn't believe that Luca had left me like that.
But the reality was, he was gone. He had abandoned me and our child.
The air in the room was clean, carrying a faint scent of herbs.
I lifted my head and saw a woman in a white coat mixing some medicine.
She turned around, her brown eyes soft yet observant.
“I am Irene, the Pack Doctor.” She spoke gently, walking toward me with a vial in her hand. “You need to rest. Your body is too weak.”
I opened my mouth, but my throat was too dry to form words.
She handed me a glass of water, and I forced myself to take a sip.
“My baby…” I murmured, my hand slowly moving to my stomach.
Irene’s eyes flickered with sympathy. “The baby is still stable, but you must stay calm. Otherwise, it could lead to premature labor.”
My heart clenched. Stay calm? In this situation, how could I possibly stay calm?
Just then, the door suddenly swung open, and Luca appeared in the doorway.
His face was pale, his expression a mix of guilt and helplessness.
“Janette…”
My fingers trembled, gripping the bedsheet tightly. “You still dare to come here?”
He took a step forward, his voice hoarse. “I had no choice.”
“No choice?” I repeated, almost mockingly. “So your choice was to abandon me? To abandon our child?”
Pain deepened in his eyes as he suddenly dropped to his knees beside my bed, his voice shaking. “They won’t let me stay, Janette. If I do, they will destroy me, destroy you, and even harm our child.”
Before I could respond, a familiar voice came from outside the room.
“You’d better understand your place.”
My father stepped in, followed closely by my mother, while Eugenia stood at the door, arms crossed, a smug smile on her lips.
“Luca, do you really think you can protect Janette? Don’t be naive.” My mother’s tone was cold.
Luca clenched his jaw, his voice barely above a whisper. “At least I wouldn’t try to destroy her like you all have.”
Eugenia laughed lightly, “Don’t act so noble. You have no power to stay. You can’t even protect yourself.”
My father’s gaze darkened, filled with warning. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll leave immediately. Otherwise, we will erase you from existence.”
Luca’s face turned ghostly white, his hands trembling.
“I… I can’t leave…” he muttered, his voice full of anguish.
My mother let out a sigh, her lips curving into a cruel smile. “If you don’t leave now, you will regret ever being born.”
The air grew thick with suffocating tension.
Luca’s entire body shook. He turned to look at me, his eyes pleading and full of sorrow. “Janette, I… I really have no choice…”
My heart turned to ice.
I looked at him, the man who had once been my warmth, now completely consumed by fear.
I closed my eyes, fighting back tears, my voice weak but firm. “Get out, Luca.”
His eyes widened. “You really want me to go?”
I inhaled deeply, slowly opening my eyes to meet his. “No, Luca. You want to go.”
He was silent for a long time before, finally, his figure disappeared through the door.
Eugenia shrugged, smiling in satisfaction. “That’s how it should be.”
I felt all the strength drain from my body, my gaze empty as I stared at the doorway.
“He’s gone…” I whispered, my tears falling silently.
Dominic stepped beside me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder, his voice deep and steady. “A man like that isn’t worth your grief.”
I let out a dry, bitter laugh. “But he’s the father of my child.”
Dominic’s gaze was unreadable, his hand slowly moving to my stomach as if to feel the life growing inside me.
“I will protect your child, Janette.” His voice was low, but there was no hesitation. “No one will ever harm you again.”
My heart trembled slightly as I looked up at this strong, unwavering man.
For the first time, I realized that Luca was my past.
And maybe the man standing before me… was my future.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked softly.
Dominic’s eyes darkened slightly, his lips curling into a dangerous yet determined smile. “Because they hurt you. And I hold grudges.”
He leaned down, his voice a whisper against my ear. “I will help you get revenge, Janette. I will make them pay.”
I closed my eyes, tears slipping down my cheeks.
But this time, they weren’t tears of despair.
They were the beginning of something else.
“Alright.” My voice was hoarse, but resolute, as I reached out and took Dominic’s hand.
Revenge had just begun.
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