She Died Betrayed And Returned Ruthless

CHAPTER 3

“You’re pregnant.” The world stopped.

“…What?”

“You’re pregnant,” he repeated. My hand moved instinctively to my stomach.

“I’m pregnant…” I whispered, my voice breaking into something softer. My fingers trembled slightly as they pressed against my stomach.

There is a life inside me. A child. Ours.

A small, shaky laugh escaped my lips as tears slid down my cheeks.

“I’m… going to be a mother…” For a moment, everything felt right. Like all the pain, the waiting, the loneliness— had finally meant something.

I looked up at him, smiling through my tears. But Matthew didn’t smile back.

Instead he pulled me into a tight embrace.

Too tight.

“I’ll protect you,” he whispered against my hair. “No matter what happens.” His arms tightened like I might disappear if he let go. Like I was something already slipping through his fingers and that terrified me. Because this didn’t feel like happiness. It felt like fear.

“Matthew…” I pulled back slightly, searching his face. “What’s going on?” He didn’t answer. The silence stretched. And that fear came back stronger.

“Do you even love me?” I asked again, my voice breaking. “Or did you just” I swallowed hard. “Did you just do all this so I’d get pregnant?” His head snapped up.

“What?” “So you can trap me?” I continued, my chest tightening. “So I can’t leave you?”

“Brenda.” His voice dropped. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” I shot back. He turned away abruptly, pacing once before stopping.

Then.

“I messed up a business deal.” My heart skipped.

“And now?” I asked him.

“They want revenge.” Slowly, he turned back to me.

“They found out about you.” My blood ran cold. “They want to hurt you.” “They’ve been watching,” he added, his voice low.

“They know where you are. They know everything.” I forgot how to breathe for a second.

“How… how is that possible?” His silence answered me again.

My hand clutched my stomach instantly. “No…” My breathing became uneven “I’m pregnant…”

“I know,” he said quickly, stepping closer. “They won’t touch you. I won’t let them.”

“I’m scared…” I grabbed his hand.

“I know.” “We’re leaving,” he said. “Tomorrow. I’ll get you discharged we are leaving the country.”

"Leaving? Like running?" Everything felt too fast. Too sudden. Tears spilled down my face. “

You’re going to betray me…” His expression broke.

“What?” “You’re going to leave me too,” I cried.

“This is all fake” I covered my face and cried. “That’s not true!” His voice cracked.

For the first time. Matthew looked desperate. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever loved,” he said, his voice shaking. “The only one.”

I looked up at him.

“I would do anything for you.” The door burst open. “Visiting time is over.” The head nurse stood at the entrance.

Watching, her eyes moved past Matthew and landed on the paper in his hand.

The test result.

Her gaze sharpened. Before I could react Matthew stepped in front of me instinctively blocking her view. Like he was shielding me.

"You should give us more time” his tone turned sharp but she didn’t move.

Her eyes lingered, not on him.

On me. Slow. Careful.

Like she knew something. A chill ran down my spine.

“Matthew…” I whispered. He leaned closer quickly. “Listen to me carefully,” he murmured. His voice was low.

“Don’t take any medication they give you tonight.” My breathe caught mid-air. “What?” “There’s a phone under your pillow. It's my second phone.” My brea

“Call me if anything feels wrong. Anything.” “Matthew—” “Time’s up,” the nurse cut in again, stepping closer.

My panic snapped. I grabbed his shirt tightly. “Don’t go,” I cried.

“I’m scared—she—”

“I’m here,” he said immediately, holding my face.

“Look at me.” I forced my eyes to his. “No one will hurt you,” he said firmly. “Not while I’m alive.”

He placed a bag of food beside me. “Eat only this.” His tone left no room for argument.

Then slowly, He pulled away. My grip loosened. “No…” I whispered. But he was already stepping back. Walking toward the door. Each step felt like something tearing inside me.

The door closed. And just like that— he was gone.

My fingers curled slowly into the sheets.

The room felt colder.

Quieter.

Empty.

Too empty.

I stared at the door long after it closed— waiting. hoping he would come back. That this was just another one of his strange moments. That he would walk in again and tell me everything was fine. But he didn’t.

And for the first time since he started coming— I felt it.

Something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.