My Baby Died, I Revenge On My Cheating Husband

Chapter 3

I wasn't making a scene.

And I didn't want to anymore.

When we stepped back through the front door, my in-laws caught sight of my flat stomach and froze, they frowned.

"Where's the baby?"

No one answered her.

"I'm talking to you! Where's that baby?" Clara snapped, raising her voice sharply.

Alexander barked back, his patience already worn thin, "We had a D&C; it was a stillborn."

Clara's face flushed bright crimson, then drained to a sickly gray-blue. Her lips trembled so hard they looked unsteady.

Then she snapped, her face carved from ice, "Alexander, divorce this homewrecker! I told you from the start she was bad luck! She ruined Leo, and now she's ruining you! What the hell do we keep this woman around for?"

I jerked my head up and stared her dead in the eye. She choked on whatever else she was going to say and clamped her mouth shut.

"Mom, you and Dad go home first."

Alexander said.

The two of them didn't dare push further and slipped out, closing the door behind them.

He carried me to the bed and poured a cup of warm water to calm me down.

"Get some rest, okay? It'll all be better once you wake up."

I rolled over to face the wall and ignored him.

He didn't push his luck and stayed out of my way.

After that, I couldn't sleep through a single night. The second I closed my eyes, all I heard was their voices, twisting through my head.

I forgot to eat most days. Even the smallest bite twisted my stomach into knots, churning so bad I had to run to the bathroom.

After I threw up enough times, I couldn't stand the sight of food anymore.

Then one night, a fever hit me out of nowhere.

I was freezing so hard my whole body shook, and I curled into a tight ball under the covers. But just minutes later, the heat spiked, like someone had lit a bonfire inside my skin, burning from my bones all the way out.

A dull, throbbing ache bloomed low in my belly.

It felt like something inside me was rotting away.

My eyes fluttered shut and I babbled deliriously, "Alexander, I'm cold."

No one answered.

"Isabella, I hurt so bad."

Still nothing.

Quiet sobs shook my chest. I couldn't understand it. Why wouldn't either of them come take care of me?

The bedroom door creaked open suddenly.

Isabella stepped over and pressed her palm to my forehead. "Amelia, you're burning up. You need to take some medicine."

I clung to her, acting spoiled and refused to take it.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into her arms, cooing and calming me down for the longest time, then slipped a hard candy into my palm.

My head cleared a little, and I finally recognized the woman in front of me.

Her mouth moved up and down, and through the fever fog, I heard her words clear as day.

"I cheated with your husband while you were pregnant. I'm the one who hurt you more than anyone else in the world!"

My eyes burned scarlet and I reached out, fingers clawing toward her.

That was when Alexander burst through the door.

He shoved me hard enough to send me stumbling back, but he lost his own balance and crashed straight into Isabella .

Isabella never saw it coming. Her body slammed violently into the wardrobe.

Junk came tumbling off the top, clattering and crashing down right on top of her.

She curled up on the floor, one hand clamped over her stomach. Her mouth gaped open, but not a single sound slipped out.

Blood seeped out slowly through her clothes at first.

It spread from the size of a fist to the size of a palm, then kept oozing outward until it stained a whole dark patch on the floor.

"Isabella!"

Alexander panicked, yanking her into his arms. The corners of his eyes burned red as he snarled at me,

"Amelia, you are downright vicious. I've misjudged you this entire time.

"No wonder Leo dumped you even when you were pregnant. No wonder no one wanted you. You deserve every bit of this."

I didn't understand.

What had I done wrong?

The pain was so crushing I just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, everything would go back to normal, right?

My baby would still be safe in my belly. Alexander would still be the same man who loved me.

Isabella would still be my very best friend in the whole world.

Before I knew what I was doing, I dragged myself to my feet, walked over to the table, grabbed the fruit knife, and sliced it deep across my wrist.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Right before I blacked out, I brushed a hand over my flat stomach and whispered to myself, "Go to sleep, my baby. Everything will be better when we wake up."