She let out a painful cry, closed her eyes and fainted.
Mike rushed over and picked her up, turning to shout at me in anger.
"You bitch dare to kick my Jane? Are you looking for death!"
"I'll offer another 700 thousand dollars! Anyone here can come up and have a go, just don't kill her!"
My vision began to darken and the host hurriedly gave the order, "Quick, untie her! If she really dies, how are we going to deal with Mr. Genevan afterward?"
At the moment the ropes were loosened, I used my last bit of strength to lunge at Mike.
My deformed fingers, twisted in the blood, shakily wrote the first stroke of the character “Karen" in the pool of blood. The pain from having all ten fingers broken made me tremble all over.
Someone asked in confusion.
"What is this crazy woman doing?"
Mike stopped in his tracks and looked down at the ground.
When the incomplete character “Karen" entered his sight, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Karen?"
I desperately nodded, tears of blood mixing as they dripped onto the name.
Looking at my miserable state, Mike felt a sharp pain in his chest and even his throat felt like it was clogged with damp cotton, unbearably uncomfortable.
But as Jane in her arms cried out in discomfort, his shiny leather shoe viciously crushed my fingers.
"How dare you write my fiancee's name? You knew Jane fainted from blood, how dare you bleed this much?"
Even though my consciousness was already fading, Mike’s anger was still unquenched.
He lifted his foot and kicked my abdomen with all his strength.
"They really guessed it right, you thought you could seduce me to save you? Dream on! You’re not even worth a single strand of my fiance’s hair!"
If he hadn’t been holding Jane in his arms when he said this, it might have been more convincing.
A large amount of warm liquid spilled out from below and Mike’s shoe sole was stained with blood.
But what he didn’t know was that this blood-soaked ground was from the child he cherished so much.
"Mike, this blood loss is abnormal!"
"You're getting married tomorrow, it’s unlucky to get blood on you, should we just stop?"
"Shut your mouth, you damn crow!"
Mike snapped sharply, then ordered the arena staff to hurry and call a doctor to stabilize my life.
"If she really dies, it’s only because her life is too weak!"
The pain crashed over me in waves like the tide and even fainting seemed like a luxury.
Mike’s friends took turns standing guard, ensuring that if I died, they could handle it in time.
They treated me like a living corpse, casually discussing my fate, their voices intermittently drifting into my ears.
"Mike is amazing. He even made Jane willingly be his mistress for life!"
"Yeah, and Jane became his lover even before she graduated, right? I remember that he had just proposed to Karen not long before that."
So, Mike had been cheating two years ago.
I didn’t know how his heart could be torn in two, yet he could still act so deeply affectionate in front of me.
I lay in the pool of blood, feeling my life slowly draining from me.
After emergency treatment, the bleeding finally stopped.
The child in my womb was gone.
In a daze, I heard Mike’s footsteps as he returned.
"Mike, she lost the child, it’s so pitiful. How about we just let her go? The money can be considered as charity..."
Jane pleaded for me with a sob, but Mike sneered coldly. "Jane, you're too kind! The law can’t educate people like her, the scum of society. Someone has to discipline her parents."
A new round of torment was about to begin.
After all, the rules of the underground fighting arena were clear—if you owed a debt you couldn’t pay, your body was the collateral.
As long as I didn't die, I could continue to be their tool for stress relief.
My consciousness fluctuated between excruciating pain and unconsciousness.
