When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed.
The doctor came in with a sorry look on his face. “I’m sorry… you’ve lost the baby.”
Tears filled my eyes before I could even speak.
Because of Jennifer and Daniel, I had lost my child again.
Outside in the hallway, I heard nurses gossiping.
“Did you hear? Mr. Chalamet’s wife scratched her wrist with a rope and he booked the whole floor.”
“Which Mr. Chalamet?”
“Who else? Daniel Chalamet, president of the Chalamet Group. I wish I had a love like theirs.”
From the time I was kidnapped to losing my baby, Daniel hadn’t even called me, not one message.
But Jennifer only got a small scratch and he booked an entire hospital floor for her.
I smiled bitterly as more tears filled my eyes.
It turned out that love and hate were easy to see.
The phone on the table buzzed and I picked it up.
“You found a matching heart donor, right? So you can fly over now?”
I nodded. “I’ve already booked the ticket.”
Just then, Daniel walked into the room. “What ticket? Where are you going?”
I didn’t look at him and said calmly, “I bought it for a friend. His card didn’t go through.”
He nodded and put the lilies he was holding on the table.
But those were Jennifer’s favorite flowers.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. Things happened fast and I had no choice.”
I gave him a cold look. “So your choice was Jennifer? You left your wife of three years with those horrible people?”
He opened his mouth to explain, but his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a call from Jennifer.
I didn’t know what she said, but his face changed right away.
“Didn’t I pick Jennifer because you planned all of this? Natalie, aren’t you just doing this to get my attention? Have you even thought about how much this is hurting Jennifer?”
“She needs me right now. Take care of yourself.”
Then he slammed the door and walked out without looking back.
So it was Jennifer who told him I made it all up. He trusted her that much.
My phone buzzed twice. It was a message from Daniel.
[Come to the eighth floor and apologize to Jennifer right now, or I’ll never forgive you!]
I let out a cold laugh and blocked his number.
What Jennifer didn’t know was that I had started recording as soon as she came up to me at the banquet.
Everything she said was saved, word for word.
Before I left, I placed the recorder and the report about my miscarriage on the table.
Then I walked away without looking back, taking my father with me.
