Mary pulled out her phone, opened an app and scanned my pupils.
"Her heart rate is too fast and her pupils are dilated. This is a sign of extreme terror. It shows she doesn't trust your judgment at all."
She turned to Grayson, her voice tinged with smugness. "She doesn't love you, Grayson."
I had lost my child and was in too much pain to speak.
But he cared whether I loved him or not?
I reached out my bloody hand, wanting to touch my stomach, but it was already cold.
"Grayson, please … save me ..."
Mary walked over, grabbed my hair and dragged me out of the car.
"What a weak body, deliberately defying me, huh? Why so fragile?"
She slapped me across the face.
The searing pain snapped me back to reality.
Grayson finally noticed the blood beneath me. "Why is there so much blood?"
"Grayson, don't worry, maybe there's something wrong with her body!"
Mary said, then kicked my stomach hard.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed.
The excruciating pain overwhelmed me and I blacked out completely.
The last thing I heard was Mary's panicked voice.
"Hmm, Grayson. Alaire … seems to be faking her pregnancy!"
"Alaire, you've been lying to me all this time?"
Grayson's voice echoed through the valley as he strode toward me and slapped me across the face.
The searing pain snapped me back to consciousness. I tried to explain, but only a weak gasp came out of my throat.
"Why didn't you tell me you were faking your pregnancy? Speak up!"
I opened my mouth but couldn't utter a single word. Blood continued to flow from between my legs, staining the ground red.
"Grayson, look, she's admitting it," Mary added fuel to the fire.
I trembled with anger. Fake pregnancy? I was clearly pregnant with his child and I just lost it in the car accident!
"I get it now. Alaire faked the pregnancy to trick you into buying her that expensive racing suit!"
Grayson suddenly understood, pointing at my nose. "So, you were just trying to scam my money! Pretending to be pregnant for ten months to make me spend money on you! You're a gold digger!"
Tears blurred my vision. He was the owner of the top racing club in the country, worth over a hundred million. A racing suit costing tens of thousands was now evidence of my ulterior motives in his eyes.
"Grayson, the fans in the livestream saw it." Mary held up her phone. "It was her own poor health that caused the sudden bleeding, which led to my crash."
She quickly edited the video, deleting all the painful scenes, leaving only the "sudden bleeding" footage.
"Bitch!"
Grayson kicked me in the chest.
The sound of cracking ribs echoed as I flew backward and slammed into the guardrail.
The live stream chat exploded with messages.
[Grayson loves you so much, giving you a stable life, yet you betrayed him?]
[Look at her weak appearance—she's clearly a scheming bitch!]
[This kind of woman deserves to be thrown off a cliff!]
The fans, unaware of the truth, berated me in the chat.
Grayson's face darkened as he kicked me in the stomach again. "Bitch, are you having someone else? Tell me, or I'll destroy him!"
The intense pain nearly suffocated me. I wanted to tell him that the child was his, that I had never betrayed him.
But the words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak.
"You won't say it? If you don't say it, I'll beat you to death!"
Grayson kicked hard at my bleeding leg.
His punches and kicks rained down on me. Each blow carried his rage and hatred.
"Grayson, to deal with a slut like Alaire, you should make her experience true despair."
Mary handed the car keys to Grayson.
He took the keys, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.
"You're right."
Grayson walked over, roughly dragged me up and shoved me back into the driver's seat.
Then he started the engine and slowly backed the car up.
The rear of the car hung precariously over the cliff edge.
The fear of death overwhelmed me. Through the rearview mirror, I saw the bottomless abyss—the dark valley like an open maw.
"Grayson, don't … " I finally managed to speak, my voice weak as a mosquito's buzz.
"Now you're scared?" He sneered and pressed the accelerator.
The car continued to back up, with half of the tires already hanging in the air.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my nails digging into my flesh.
"Alaire will die like this," Mary said, feigning concern.
"Let her die!"
Grayson slammed the gas pedal and the rear of the car was completely suspended in the air.
The entire vehicle was barely supported by the front wheels, ready to plunge at any moment.
I closed my eyes, thinking this was really the end.
Just then, a piercing engine roar echoed from below the mountain.
Several beams of bright light pierced the darkness, shining directly toward us.
"Alaire, Dad's here!"
