CEO's Caged Ex-wife

"Nat, believe me. I didn't push her! The rain was pouring down, drenching Florence Miller to the bone. She knelt on the ground, her eyes pleading as she looked up at Nathan Brooks, who stood in the middle of the storm. Nathan's face was hard, his eyes cold and filled with something darker. His voice cut through the rain, sharp and unfeeling. "Didn't push her? If you didn't push her, then how did Ellie tumble down the stairs? Did she throw herself down?" What? Florence froze for a second, a sharp ache rising in her chest as tears burst free. She looked up at Nathan. "Yes! It was her! She was walking ahead of me, then she just—she just turned around and fell. I tried to grab her. She could have taken my hand, but she just let herself go!" Her voice was frantic, the words spilling out in a rush. Nathan let out a bitter laugh, his eyes narrowing. "Florence, I used to think you were sweet. Innocent, even. But now? You're just jealous. Honestly, it's disgusting." Florence's heart sank. She looked up at him, rain and tears mixing on her face. "Nat, please, you have to believe me. This is all Eleanor's doing. After Michael died, she… she planned this. She never wanted that baby. She's just using it to tear us apart!" "Slap!" The sound cut through the rain. Florence's head snapped to the side, and she hit the ground hard. Her ears rang, and for a second, everything went blank. Before she could recover, Nathan's hand clamped around her throat, forcing her to look up at him. "You know damn well Michael's gone. That baby was all he had left. And you're using it against her? Florence, I didn't think you could sink this low—so vicious and heartless!" The memory of the blood on the stairs flashed in his mind, and his grip tightened. Florence gasped for air, clawing at his hand. Tears streamed down her face as she mouthed silently. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong? All I ever did was love you." Then, a sharp pain shot through her stomach. Florence's face went pale, and she struggled harder, choking out the words, "The baby... Nat, the baby!" Nathan froze. His eyes dropped to her stomach, where her white dress clung to the small bump of her four-month pregnancy. But now, beneath her, a pool of red was spreading, mixing with the rainwater. The bright red blood stained Nathan's vision, and he instantly released his grip, standing up from the ground. Florence didn't even have time to catch her breath. She stared at the crimson spreading beneath her, her mind reeling into numbness. The pain in her abdomen grew sharper, more intense. She clutched her stomach with one hand while desperately grabbing at Nathan's pant leg with the other. "Nat, my stomach... it's killing me..." Nathan's cold eyes flicked to the blood beneath her, but he didn't move. "Nat, I'm in so much pain... something's wrong with the baby. Please, send me to the hospital." Florence begged through the pain, her fingers tightening on his pant leg. In that moment, she felt utterly helpless. Her only hope was Nathan—the man she'd loved for ten years, her husband, the father of her child. "Nat..." She looked up and met his dark, emotionless eyes. In that instant, she realized he wouldn't help her. Not after what had happened with Eleanor. Her hand slipped from his pant leg. Florence clutched her stomach and struggled to her feet. Eleanor had fallen down the stairs, losing her six-month-old baby—the only remaining bloodline of the Brooks family's eldest son, who had died three months ago. Florence had become the Brooks family's greatest sinner. No one would help her. Now, the only person she could rely on was herself. "Baby, hold on... Mommy's going to get you to the hospital..." Florence murmured, trudging through the pouring rain with one thought in mind: "Get to the hospital. If I can get to the hospital, my baby will live!" "Someone, make Lady Florence kneel!" Nathan shouted. A cold, merciless voice, like it came from the depths of hell, pierced through Florence's heart, chilling her to the bone. Florence froze, then turned to see Nathan standing coldly in the rain, his expression icy and detached. Some servants rushed out from the nearby mansion, each with hatred in their eyes. Without hesitation, Florence turned and ran toward the gate. But before she could reach it, she was caught and dragged back to Nathan. Before she could speak, a brutal kick to the back of her knees sent her crashing to the ground. She was forced to kneel, held in place by two servants. The pain in her legs intensified, and the blood beneath her continued to flow, mixing with the rainwater. It felt as if something was being torn from her body. Florence's face turned pale as she humbly looked up at him. "Nat, I swear I didn't push Eleanor. Please, take me to the hospital. The pain—it's unbearable. The baby is innocent. He's ours. I'm begging you, save him. I'll do anything! Anything! Just save our child." Nathan stayed indifferent, his lips parting as icy words slipped out. "Florence, since Ellie lost her child, consider this your repayment." Florence stared at him in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to struggle, to save herself, but her arms were pinned behind her by the servants. She knelt there in humiliation, watching as the blood beneath her grew, mixing with the rain and flowing away like a small river. A thunderclap split the sky, and Florence let out a scream—raw, desperate, and filled with pain. It was the kind of scream that made the servants let go and step back. "Pfft!" Blood spilled from Florence's lips. Nathan frowned, about to step forward, when a servant rushed out of the mansion. "Mr. Brooks,Lady Eleanor's lost it. She's trying to kill herself." Nathan's face darkened. He turned on his heel, striding toward the garage. But before he could take more than two steps, Florence's voice stopped him cold. "Nathan, I regret it." Then, Florence collapsed to the ground.