Forced Love, I Don't Want It Anymore

As soon as I finished speaking, David suddenly launched a kick that sent me sprawling to the floor. The impact jolted my belly against the cold ground, and a wave of cold sweat washed over me.

I curled up, clutching my stomach, rolling on the icy floor, my face drained of color.

In his rage, David didn't notice anything amiss; his foot pressed down hard on my abdomen.

"Ada, you've lost your mind. Just a couple of days ago, your mom sneaked in and switched Freya's medication, and now you're telling me she's dead? If you're going to lie, at least make it a believable one."

Freya chimed in, her expression disapproving as she looked at me. "Ada, even if my period is over, the doctor said that medication helps ease the pain during that time. And even if you don't want your mom to hand it over, you shouldn't be cursing her like this."

Cursing? If only it were that simple—it would at least prove she was still alive.

I forced a pale smile, though it felt more like a grimace. "I told you, my mom is dead. She didn't steal the medication. If you don't believe me, go ahead and ask her yourself—if you can find her down there."

"You're asking for it!"

My words sent David into a fury.

He kicked me several more times, each blow aimed precisely at my belly.

I was only two months pregnant, and the jabs were enough to send a hot rush flooding out from beneath me.

I had once yearned for a child, hoping it would bridge the gap between us.

But now, I hadn't found the right moment to tell him.

After Fiona's death, I had decided to divorce David, still weighing whether to keep the baby.

But now, it didn't matter—his father had already made that decision for him!

David, oblivious to the chaos he was causing, yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "Ada, stop being so stubborn. I'm asking you one last time—where did your mom hide the medication?"

I endured the pain surging through my body and shook my head.

With a cold laugh, he tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. "If you won't talk, then don't bother."

He stood over me, looking down with disdain, and then dialed his assistant. "Call the cops! I want Ada's mother found, no matter what."

On the other end, his assistant hesitated before responding, "Mr. Federer, I just found out that Mrs. Federer's mother passed away in a car accident a week ago. Mr. Ryan Federer is already on his way back."

"What are you talking about?" David snapped. "Just a couple of days ago, she was at my house. There's no way she just died out of the blue. What kind of favors has Ada been giving you to make you defend her like this?"

His assistant hurried to clarify, "Mr. Federer, this is absolutely true. I have obtained Mrs. Federer's mother's medical records from the doctor, and I'd send them over now.

"And… Mrs. Federer is two months pregnant!"