Pregnant with My Uncle's Baby

Chapter 4 My Child

"Pretty? Try trashy. How else would she sink to seducing her own uncle?"

"Damn right! She's gutter scum, zero shame."

My gaze snapped up. These two? They were the queens of hypocrisy. One was a professional homewrecker, the other the town joke—the bastard brat.

"Chloe, you and your gold-digger mom still breathing? Three years back, those society wives slapped her naked in the street. What, inheriting her 'talents' now?"

Chloe's face turned beet-red, her lips spasming. Her scream could shatter glass. "Nora, forgot how you crawled and whimpered like a kicked mutt?"

Like hell I'd forget. Vivian holding me down, Chloe's rings cutting my cheeks. They'd filmed it all and posted my humiliation for the whole school to feast on. It broke me for months. But now? I would break them.

Vivian grinned at my silence, emboldened. Her nails dug into my chin. "Aw, poor Nora's shaking! Need us to..."

My fist crunched into her nose. She folded like a cheap lawn chair. Dazed, Vivian touched her gushing face, then she screeched, "You diseased—"

Chloe came at me heels-first. I snagged her bedazzled claws, flipped her, and slammed her spine into the floor. She flopped like a fish, her shoulders shuddering.

"You're dead meat, Nora!"

My kick sent her skull cracking into the table edge. Game over. Even when Dad disowned me, he never let this stray through the door. So why was she yapping now? With both of them twitching on the ground, I fisted their hair and dragged them. The room exploded—curses, wails, the whole symphony of losers.

"Nora, you rotting b***h. We'll end you!"

The door flew open. Ethan took in Vivian's blood-smeared face, and his eyes went feral.

"Ethan!" Vivian clawed at his sleeve, snot and tears ruining her makeup. "She's killing me!"

I opened my mouth, but his backhand sent me spinning. The world tilted. My head bounced off the floor. Darkness swallowed everything except her shrill, snotty howls.

"We came here to apologize, and she just attacked us out of nowhere! Ethan, I think my nose is broken..."

Every inch of me screamed in pain, and I felt a warm, sticky flow between my legs. As I struggled to crawl toward the door, Vivian let out a theatrical wail. "Keep her away from me! Ethan, I... I haven't had my period in weeks. I think I'm pregnant!"

She continued to sob. "Ethan, please, the baby! You have to help us!"

Clutching her flat stomach with crocodile tears, she acted like she was holding some sacred relic. Ethan's face darkened as he stormed toward me. He dragged me into the basement like a ragdoll, lashing my wrists to a steel pipe with coarse rope. Though my vision swam, I grabbed his sleeve with the last of my strength.

"Get me to a hospital. I think I'm losing the baby..."

Ethan didn't even flinch. His icy glare sent chills down my spine. He stopped at the door, his voice low and venomous. "Nora. I can't believe I ever trusted you."

He left, slamming the door behind him. Realizing I might bleed out, I bit my tongue hard enough to taste blood. I frantically chewed at the ropes, but they wouldn't budge, until my phone clattered onto the floor.