I Miscarried, But She’s Carrying Your Child?

I was pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, and now, bleeding heavily, I went into premature labor. I called him for help, only to be met with a torrent of a***e. "You're about to give birth. Can you stop trying to harm Quinn and her baby out of jealousy?" "Quinn almost miscarried! If anything happens to her or her baby, don’t expect your own child to be spared!" I was in so much pain that I couldn't even cry. ‘Graham Bell, have you forgotten? My child is our child? I'm lying here, dying after Quinn shoved me down those stairs... And I’m still waiting for you to save me.’ ***** I was in a daze when Quinn showed up at my door, her pregnant belly on full display. My husband's first crush was back. But she was pregnant, which seemed like a good thing. Surely she wasn’t back to fight for Graham. But before I could relax, I heard her piercing mockery. "Oh my god, Scarlett, how did you get so ugly! You should take notes from me. I've kept my figure so well." "No wonder Graham stays at my place every day. I tell him to come back but he refuses!" I thought I’d misheard her. Graham, at her place every day? How was that possible? But then I remembered his coldness toward me during my second trimester. The disgust, the way he’d looked at me with contempt before finally spitting out, “How disgusting,” and walking away. After that, I barely saw him at home. Now it all made sense. It was because Quinn was back. He was disgusted by the relationship between us, calling me disgusting. Quinn continued to show off triumphantly, "Graham said that once I give birth, he'll divorce you and marry me. Then you'll be kicked out like a worn-out shoe." "I advise you to divorce Graham now, so my child won’t be born illegitimate." I felt my throat tighten. "Impossible! Besides, what does your child have to do with us? Shouldn’t you be looking for your husband?" "Don't you know? The father of my child is Graham!" Quinn's words hit me like a lightning strike, leaving me completely dumbfounded. She suddenly let out a sinister chuckle and shoved me. "But I've thought about it. You love Graham so much. You definitely wouldn't want a divorce. So, you and your child should just disappear." "Anyway, your child is from IVF, and no one cares. My child is the true expression of love between me and Graham." I tumbled down the stairs, my screams echoing throughout the building as I felt a horrifying wetness between my legs. 'No!! My baby, my baby... My child with Graham... I can't lose it! I can't lose my child,' I wondered frantically. I had endured so much pain to bring this child into the world. "Baby... Please, Quinn... Save my baby..." I begged, my voice filled with desperation, humbling myself before her. "Don't go. Save my baby... I'll divorce Graham. Just save it..." I was left alone, collapsing in the empty house, crying and screaming for help, but there was no one, no one to save my child. 'Graham, it hurts so much. Where are you? It really hurts this time.' I wondered helplessly. ***** "Pregnant woman in premature labor, hemorrhaging... It's an emergency! Where's the family?" "Quick! We need the family to sign the consent form! Any delay could cost the lives of both mother and child!" I woke up in pain to see the midwife's grim expression. She couldn't make the decision for Graham. I pleaded with the doctor. "I... I want my child..." "We need the family's signature!" "My phone... Give it to me..." I called Graham for help. I heard him say softly and comfortingly, "I'm just going outside to take this call. You rest well, don't worry." My heart eased, if only for a moment. "I'm at the hospi... You..." But before I could finish, his tone shifted, suddenly filled with rage. "Scarlett, I'm warning you. Stop bothering Quinn! Don't be so petty and try to hurt people with your childish schemes. If anything happens to Quinn or her baby, I will never forgive you! I will let Quinn raise your child." Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. 'I didn't. Graham. I'm waiting for you to save me. To save me and our child. I was pushed down the stairs by Quinn, I'm hemorrhaging. My life is in danger.’ I murmured helpless pleas into the phone that had already gone dead. "Save... Our child... Please..." ***** "Graham, I'm fine now, let's just go home from the hospital." Quinn lay in the hospital bed, her voice soft and pitiful. Graham brushed her hair and said gently, "You had contractions, it's better to stay in the hospital and rest." "It's nothing serious, Scarlett was just angry when she found out about us and startled me. By the way, was it her who called just now? She's about to give birth. You should spend more time with her now." Graham's expression darkened, his hand stilled, and he replied coldly, "No need, she's fine. Besides, she's not as important as you and our child." I was dead. A spirit without a body. There was no pretending I hadn’t heard the words that pierced my soul, the pain so sharp I bit my lip. I furiously grabbed Graham's collar and slapped him hard, but my hands passed right through him. Tears of rage streamed down my face and landed on his cheeks, leaving no trace. "Graham, how could you do this to me? Why are you doing this to me?" ‘As soon as I got pregnant, you couldn't wait to sleep with another woman? When I was hemorrhaging during labor and needed your signature, you were accompanying the person who hurt me? Was my life-or-death situation during childbirth not as important as her feeling a little unwell? Now that I'm dead, are you finally happy?’ Just then, the doctor knocked and entered the room. "Mr. Bell, your wife is doing well, she can go home and rest." 'Wife? Quinn is Graham's wife? Then what am I? What am I, the one who has the marriage certificate, the one who accompanied him for six years?' I roared inwardly.