"Tessa, you're asking for death!" Ethan was completely enraged. He yanked my hair, dragged me off the bed, and viciously kicked me in the lower abdomen, one blow after another.
"You’re still my wife—I won’t let you give birth to this bastard child!"
I curled up in agony, trying to shield myself, but it was no use.
I heard Jordan’s helpless cries as she called “Mom” again and again. I struggled to look at her and give her a comforting smile, but Ethan kicked me in the nose, and blood gushed out.
"Ethan, calm down—why dirty your hands? I happen to have an empty operating room available."
Ryan "kindly" stepped in to stop him, handing Ethan a surgical consent form as he spoke. Without reading it, Ethan signed it, then dragged the sobbing Jordan out and slammed the door, cursing.
"You were hiding in my brother’s office earlier, weren’t you? I knew it long ago—the sour stench on you gave it away."
Vanessa walked over with grace. She looked down at my broken body and smiled. Her soft voice reached my ears like a devil’s whisper.
"You want to challenge me? Tessa, you’re not even close. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you—the consent form Ethan signed wasn’t for an abortion. It’s for removing your ovaries and uterus."
The hospital’s efficiency was stunning. Half an hour later, I was in the cold operating room, my wrists and ankles tightly restrained.
The more I struggled, the deeper the restraints dug into my flesh, as if trying to fuse with my bones.
Still, I refused to give up.
It would be dark in less than an hour. The gentleman would come—for me and the children.
"Stop struggling. You won’t escape. And no one’s coming to save you."
Vanessa, now in surgical garb, clearly relished watching me fall into despair. She was a monster.
"My brother’s still prepping. Since lying there is boring, want to see something fun? Like... your mother’s final moments?"
She held her phone in front of me. A video played—footage from a ward’s surveillance camera.
My mother lay in bed, frail and ghostly pale. Her face was twisted with pain, yet her eyes clung to the door, whispering my name over and over, “Tessa, Tessa.”
The moment the door opened, she stirred with hope, trying to rise.
Tears blurred my vision. I was overcome with guilt. I’d trusted Ethan too much, leaving my dearest mother and child in his hands—only to destroy them.
But it wasn’t me who entered the room. It was Vanessa.
“Tessa won’t be coming. She’s in prison. She took the fall for someone else to save you—three years behind bars.”
Vanessa’s tone in the video was almost cheerful. As she spoke, she pulled a syringe from her bag. My eyes widened in disbelief.
“This one injection could’ve saved you. But Ethan gave it to me instead. Oh—and here’s a little secret: I’m not sick at all! Hahaha!”
She laughed and tossed the syringe to the floor, grinding it under her heel. Then she leaned close to my hopeless, unmoving mother. “Don’t worry, Tessa will join you soon.”
“Why? Why are you doing this? Why?!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed at Vanessa, my voice ragged, struggling against the restraints until my bones felt like they’d snap. The machines around me blared with piercing alarms.
I knew I should stay calm. She was provoking me on purpose. The more broken and desperate I became, the more pleasure she drew from it.
But I couldn’t control it. The sight of my mother’s agony was like a blade stabbing and twisting inside me. The pain scorched my lungs with every breath.
“I’ll teach you a lesson,” Vanessa said with a smug smile. “How dare you compete with me for Ethan? Even if he’s just a man I’ve already discarded, he’s still not yours to touch.”
“Vanessa, you’ll regret this! I swear—if I survive, I’ll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!”
“Then here’s the bad news,” she sneered. “You won’t be alive for long. After all, accidents do happen with surgery... patients can die unexpectedly.”
