Abandoned At The Alltar, Married His Rival

My hands were trembling as I watched them scramble out of the bed.

Their eyes were wide with shock as they watched me. For a moment, we all stood in silence

Then Cain’s lips curled into an arrogant smile. “Elle. What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Today is our anniversary Cain, You didn't come home early and I came looking for you.”

Aliya lifted her chin, holding back laughter. “Cain and I were just discussing some business with the company.”

My heart broke because I knew it was a lie but I couldn't say a word. I swallowed hard and forced a smile.

“You should know not to listen in on conversation Elle,” Cain warned sternly

My stomach twisted. “Sorry.” I managed to respond.

“Let's go home!” He said, leading me out of the room.

As I followed him, I caught Aliya's scowl as she looked at me, her face twisted with anger.

My stomach twisted as I realized the truth. Cain had never loved me; he came to save me in the church because he wanted my father's money.

He had used me, just like James.

But before I could say anything else, my phone vibrated in my bag.

I glanced down at the screen; it was the hospital.

“Hello?” I answered

“Mrs. Blackwood. Your father just got into the ICU. He had a heart attack. You need to come here right now.”

My heart stopped. “No,” I whispered in horror.

I didn’t care about Cain and Aliya anymore. My eyes were filled with tears as I turned around and ran out of the penthouse.

The hospital was bustling when I stormed in. I rushed toward the ICU, my face twisted with fear.

A nurse met me at the entrance.

“He doesn’t have much time,” she said in a hurry.

I pushed past her and entered the room.

My father lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by tubes and machines. He looked weak and pale.

“Dad,” I choked out.

His eyes fluttered open.“Elle,” he called out, reaching for me. I grabbed his hand and held it against my cheek.

“Don’t talk,” I whispered, tears running down my face. “Just rest. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m… so sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?”

But before he could answer, I heard a loud beep from the monitor.

“No, no, no!” I screamed as the nurses rushed in. I shook him desperately, trying to get him to wake up.

But he was gone.

I stumbled out of his room, struggling to breathe. My world was crumbling all around me.

I walked down the corridor and leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath when I heard his voice.

Aliya’s voice. I froze and moved closer to the door.

“She is suspecting us,” she hissed into the phone . “We need to handle her before she ruins our plan now that he's dead.”

"Relax; her father is finally dead. Our plan is already coming through.”

They were happy my father was gone. All they wanted was the money.

“We need to get rid of her,” she muttered. “Before she turns against us.”

I could hear Cain sigh through the line. “She’s not a threat.”

She grunted and ended the call in anger.

“He doesn't even know she's pregnant; I can't let her have his baby,” she muttered to herself with annoyance.

My breath caught in my throat in shock. How did she know?

“How did you find out about pregnancy?” I asked, slowly stepping into the room.

She looked up at me in surprise and then her eyes narrowed at me.

“I overheard the specialist talking. I know you have been trying for months, and you finally got her wish. But if you think that baby is going to save you, you're wrong. I won't let you give you Cain an heir.”

I took a step back to get away from here, but my foot hit the door.

I tried to run, but before I could get away, Aliya rushed forward, wrapped her hand around my wrist and dragged me back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she snarled.

I struggled away from him, “Let go of me!”

She stepped forward with a cruel smile. “You should’ve stayed away, stepsister.”

I tilted myself away from the railings but Aliya held me down. I fought against her hold but she pushed me hard and then I toppled over.

I crashed down the stairs, tumbling too fast and then my head hit the floor hard.

A beeping sound pulled me away from the darkness.

I felt pain blooming in my stomach. I groaned as I slowly stirred awake. I could hardly remember anything, just Aliya pushing me over the railings.

I was barely alive. I tried to sit up, but I felt a sharp sting in my stomach that made me cry out. A nurse ran inside, her eyes filled with pity as she stared at me.

My hand flew to my belly. The baby.

“You’re lucky you are alive,” a nurse’s voice said gently, checking the machines. “We had to do emergency surgery, but we could only save you; the baby was already gone.”

My heart broke; my baby was gone. I held back my screams, my heart breaking all over again.