###Chapter 4
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In their moment of crisis, her husband had become another woman's shield, yet her own executioner.
"Jax, I feel very dizzy and nauseous. It's getting worse."
"Another vertigo attack? I'll take you to the hospital immediately." Jackson scooped Aveline up.
Aveline seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around Jackson's neck, resting her head against his broad shoulders.
Evangeline watched as Jackson fussed over Aveline with such tenderness, while blood pooled beneath her own body and her heart shattered.
She muttered inwardly,"Jackson, you're so blinded by lust that you won't even save your own child. Don't regret this!"
Gritting her teeth against the pain, Evangeline wiped away her tears with a decisive swipe.
She'd give up this man she'd loved for seven long years.
The elevator repairman saw Evangeline's face pale, the scrapes on her face and hands, the blood staining her thighs.
"I'll call your husband over. You're in bad shape. Need to get to a hospital fast."
"No... don't bother. I've already called an ambulance."
Clutching her agonizing stomach, Evangeline inched forward by excruciating step.
Drops of blood fell from between her legs, marking each faltering footprint on the floor.
The pain was excruciating!
It was as if this bleeding came not from her womb, but from her heart being ripped raw.
"Jackson, you really think this disabled deaf woman could never leave you?" She was seething.
Spotting Evangeline's retreat, Jackson moved to follow with Aveline in his arms.
"Evie! Are you okay? Evie, wait..."
"Jax, don't run! The jostling. I'm dying here," Aveline whimpered dramatically.
"Jax, shouting is pointless. She can't hear you anyway. If she can walk, she must be fine."
Jackson slowed his pace.
Evangeline didn't turn back, forcing herself forward through sheer willpower.
The glass doors reflected her disheveled appearance, clothes in disorder, hair wild, and face with grief.
Jackson's figure grew smaller in the distance.
From that moment on, she would move on and never look back.
Evangeline staggered outside, her phone buzzing insistently in her hand. It was her agent calling.
"Ms. Murillo, congratulations! Your original game 'Let's Get Married' just won the international gold award! A multinational company is offering two billion to buy the copyright. Are you really sure you don't want to sell, but instead give it as a wedding gift to your husband? He's the luckiest man alive!"
"Husband?" Evangeline's hand on the phone trembled violently.
The word "husband" had become synonymous with betrayal.
And she had planned to gift him her masterpiece.
In a weak voice, she responded,"Cancel ... the wedding gift. And please ... keep my identity confidential..."
Before she could finish, another wave of warmth gushed between her legs, the metallic scent of blood overwhelming her senses.
Evangeline held her stomach, shrouded in fear.
Baby, don't give up, Mom will stick with you a little longer.
Clutching her abdomen in terror, Evangeline pleaded silently,"Hold on, baby. Just hold on a little longer with me. Maybe ... we can make it together."
When the paramedics arrived, she barely managed to gasp,"Doctor... save my..."
Darkness swallowed her vision as she collapsed.
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