Chapter 6
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It was a late, snowy night the day she lost her baby. She lay alone on thick layers of snow, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
The warm blood slowly melted the snow beneath her; her legs pressed tight against the frozen ground.
But compared to the pain in her heart, this physical agony was nothing.
She could feel the baby slipping away, yet there was nothing she could do.
A feeling of helplessness crashed over her like a tide, slowly filling her nose and mouth, leaving her gasping for air.
At this very moment, her husband was at an upscale, warm luxury club, celebrating Sophie's birthday.
She picked up her phone, wanting to call for help, but the phone rang for a long time, and no one answered.
Then Sophie sent her a message—a video of the two of them drinking and dancing together.
The smile on Liam's face hit Emily harder than she expected.
Something about it twisted painfully in her chest, leaving her almost unable to breathe.
She had never seen him smile like that before.
Sophie kept sending more updates.
Surrounded by the crowd, Sophie held a grape between her fingers and slowly brought it to Liam's lips.
He did not hesitate, opening his mouth to take the grape.
The video cut off right there.
But amid all the glitz and drinking, the charged, ambiguous energy between them practically leaped off the screen.
Tears slowly rolled down her face until they disappeared into her hair, gone without a trace.
So everything she had dreamed of was easily within someone else's reach.
In six years of marriage, they had never shared such an intimate moment.
On the rare occasions they were intimate, it was almost always Emily who initiated it.
Liam was always rigid and methodical. Even when it came to trying for a baby, he had made a strict plan, stipulating that they would only sleep together during her ovulation window.
Even what position they would use—on the rare occasions they did it—he discussed it all with Emily in advance in his cold, emotionless voice.
Once she got pregnant, she excitedly told Liam the news.
But there was no joy on his face at all. All he said was, "It's bad timing. Terminate the pregnancy. Work's been insane lately."
Emily shattered in a split second. For the first time, the ever-cool woman lost it, shrieking, "What? Who the hell do you think you are? You don't get to decide whether I keep this baby or not!"
But Emily's tears did not soften his heart. He sighed softly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked utterly exhausted.
In the end, all he said was, "We do this my way."
He then grabbed his coat and walked out.
Emily tried to block his way, eager to argue further, but he just picked up his pace.
The ground was freshly covered with snow and very slippery. Emily lost her footing and fell.
A sharp stabbing pain in her abdomen pulled her abruptly out of her emotional outburst.
She stopped crying and called Liam's name as clearly as she could.
But when the man heard her call, his body only stiffened slightly before he quickened his pace and left.
She could only lie helplessly in the snow, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
Because of the heavy snow, traffic was gridlocked. By the time she got to the operating room, Emily had already suffered massive hemorrhaging. The doctors had to remove her uterus entirely just to save her life.
Yet while she lay on the operating table with her fate uncertain, Liam and Sophie were out drinking and dancing.
After narrowly surviving, Emily returned home.
Liam smelled strongly of alcohol, sitting on the sofa sobering up.
"Where have you been on such a cold day?"
Her husband's first show of concern did not bring Emily any joy—it only made her feel sick.
She suppressed every emotion roiling in her chest and said, "Let's get a divorce."
Her voice was soft and light, but the resolve in it was clear as day.
Liam looked at her in disbelief, his eyes full of suspicion. "Are you sure about this?"
There was a hint of anger in his voice.
Emily had always been terrified of making him angry before. Their marriage was already walking on thin ice; if it turned into another cold war, everything would be truly over.
But she no longer cared whether he was angry or not and repeated once more, "Let's get a divorce!"
Liam raised an eyebrow slightly, then returned to his usual icy demeanor. "Have you thought this through? Once we're divorced, I will never remarry you."
His gaze settled on Emily.
This was the first time he had ever looked at her so intently, giving her his full attention.
It was a pity that it was only to hear her answer of wanting a divorce.
A dull, pervasive ache spread through Emily's chest. Then she nodded firmly. "I'm sure."
Liam said nothing and left.
The next day, his assistant delivered the divorce papers.
Unwilling to dwell on these memories any longer, she lifted her foot to leave the hospital, only to be stopped at the door.
"Miss Johnson, the boss says you're not going anywhere until he gets back."
Liam's bodyguards confined her to the ward, preventing her from leaving.
The sun set and rose again. Three days later, the door of the ward finally swung open.
Liam walked in together with Sophie.
"Why did you try to harm Sophie and my kid?"
Liam questioned, staring intently at the woman before him.
Emily had not had a drop of water in three days. Her throat was too parched to speak.
Her silence enraged Liam. He stepped forward and gripped her jaw hard. The pain was so intense that it brought red to her eyes, which she forced back.
"Have you no shame? Bow down and apologize to Sophie."
Sophie looked utterly triumphant, casting a dismissive glance at Emily, who had been thrown to the floor.
She pulled out her phone and pointed the camera straight at the woman on the floor.
A feeling of humiliation wrapped around every inch of Emily's body. She summoned all her strength and forced out one word, "No way!"
Sophie was not satisfied.
"Liam, she's so cruel. She killed our baby."
Liam's brow furrowed tightly, and a flash of irritation crossed his eyes.
He raised a hand to summon his bodyguards over.
"Somebody come. Escort Miss Miller back to her room to rest."
Sophie looked completely unconvinced, but she did not dare contradict Liam, so she could only follow the bodyguards and leave.
For a moment, only the two of them were left in the ward, and a tense, subtle atmosphere of confrontation hung heavy in the air.
A cold smirk played on Liam's lips. "Since you refuse to admit your fault, you will carry this child for her. The doctor will implant the embryo into your uterus shortly, and you will obediently give birth to this child for me."
After the bodyguards returned, he immediately gave another order, "Take her to the operating room."
Emily was forcibly dragged up by the bodyguards. "Let go of me!"
No matter how much she refused and screamed, it did no good until eventually she stopped resisting entirely.
Her hands and feet were bound, and she was trapped on a narrow operating bed.
Tears slid silently down her face. She knew this surgery was doomed to fail from the start.
She lay quietly on the operating table as an anesthetic was slowly injected into her body.
She could not feel any pain, but she could hear the doctor's words clearly.
The doctor standing before her grew visibly flustered. "Oh my God—she's… she's—"
The doctor rushed out of the operating room and walked straight to Liam.
"Mr. Carter, we have to stop. Because Miss Johnson... doesn't have a uterus!"
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