I Lost Seven Babies for His Human Lover

Chapter 4

Soren's patience snapped, and his brow furrowed into a storm.

"Elara, since you are so obsessed with that bastard child, enjoy the show."

With a brutal heave, he flung our daughter into the Forbidden Zone. A heavy thud echoed off the walls, and the sharp cry cut off midair as silence swallowed the last whimper.

I crumpled to my knees and screamed until my voice cracked and my throat bled.

I clawed at nothing, and my sobs tore through me like broken glass, but no sound came out.

Jolie smirked, victory gleaming in her eyes as she draped herself around Soren's neck.

"Soren," she gasped in a syrup-sweet voice, "is it the poison? It hurts so much."

His gaze flicked to my ashen face. For a heartbeat, panic flashed in his eyes, but then he was gone, sweeping Jolie into his arms like she was the only thing that mattered.

I was alone. My fingers traced the bloodstains, the last remains of our daughter.

A metallic flood filled my mouth before I vomited crimson onto the floor, and then everything went black.

I woke up to the bite of metal bars, caged like an animal.

They had bandaged my stomach, but dried blood still clung to the wrappings.

Soren peeled himself away from Jolie as I stirred.

"Elara," he said in a voice dripping with fake concern, "your little performance yesterday crossed a line. Consider this your punishment."

He reached for the cage lock, and his neck was littered with hickeys that still shone under the lights.

Jolie slithered between us and pouted.

"Soren! You promised she would rot in this cage for three days, acting like a dog to make up for her brat's sins!"

Her fingers toyed with his collar. "Go back on your promise, and I will claim my girlfriend privileges—your wife as my pet for a week."

Soren's jaw clenched. For a second, I thought he would refuse, but then his hands stilled.

"Deal with it, Elara," he said.

A laugh ripped from my throat at his pathetic attempt at guilt.

His eyes turned to ice.

"Elara," he spat, "I told you that if you want kids, I will knock you up again. Are you really going to b***h over a dead brat?"

My spine locked, and my vision turned red as rage choked me like a noose.

"Not one child," I said. "Eight."

Soren's chest rose and fell like stormy waves at my words, and his eyes turned bloodshot with fury, until Jolie's water broke.

"Stay here and think about what you have done. I will deal with you after Jolie gives birth!" he snarled.

He bellowed for the medical team before carrying her off in a panic toward the operating room.

Watching his retreating figure, I let out a bitter, broken laugh.

He would never reach me in time. In seven days, I would disappear without a trace.

For an entire week, the notoriously detached Soren, who could not stand the sight of blood, remained steadfast at Jolie's side throughout the delivery, fussing over their red, squalling newborn.

The infant wailed pitifully in his arms as he studied its wrinkled face, and his granite features softened with rare warmth.

For some inexplicable reason, a thought came to him: his child with Elara would have been far more beautiful.

The realization hit him like a physical blow. A full week had passed.

Surely any resentment she held would have faded by now.

Setting down the crying infant, he marched purposefully toward the bedroom.

"Elara!" he called, wrenching the door open with a crash.

What greeted him drained all color from his face.