Goodbye, My Yesterday

"Of course not! I lost the baby after kneeling for two days straight," I shot back. "Jeremy, you'd rather believe Carolina than me?"

The words had barely left my mouth when another coughing fit seized me, so violent that my chest convulsed wildly.

Jeremy, however, just stood there, watching with cold indifference until the fit subsided. When I was red-faced and gasping, he said flatly, "There was a time when I believed you."

His phone rang. Without another glance at me, he answered it and walked to the other side of the room.

I leaned against the wall, my legs giving out as I slid to the floor. Snippets of the conversation reached me, and I heard my name mentioned on the other end.

He shot me a cold glare. "It's just her usual issues. She'll be fine with some rest. There's no need for surgery."

A humorless laugh escaped him. "If she could kneel in the snow for two days, a little pain is nothing she can't handle."

He hung up and told the maid to take me back to the maid's quarters.

As he walked past me on his way out, he tossed a final warning without so much as a backward glance. "Behave yourself, and I might let you catch a glimpse of Carl from a distance. But if you dare touch him again, don't expect me to play nice."

Carolina's laughter, mingled with Carl's soft giggles, drifted up from downstairs. I pressed a hand over my mouth to muffle a quiet cough while my other hand dug its nails into my calf.

The pain had plagued me for five years. I thought I had grown used to it, but since the delivery, it had intensified relentlessly, day after day, until it hit a breaking point today.

I didn't know how long I was out before the pain jolted me awake. My whole body felt submerged in ice water, chilling and wretched.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I fumbled for my phone to order pain relief online.

I tried to check out, only to find that the supplementary card I had linked had been frozen.

Desperate, I called Jeremy's assistant, Kenneth Ortiz. His usual eagerness to please was gone, replaced by an indifferent drawl. "Ms. Gomez, Mr. Sterling has instructed that all resources be prioritized for Mrs. Sterling and Carl."

He added, "After the fortune he's spent on your medication over the years, I'd say you should be content."

I heaved in ragged breaths and dragged myself to the door, certain that death would claim me soon if I couldn't get relief.

But I hadn't expected the maid's quarters to be locked from the outside.

The terror amplified my agony. I weakly slapped the door with my palm, too drained to call for help.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

Carolina stood over me, arms crossed. "Still breathing? You're tougher than you look."

She stepped aside. "Don't say I never did you any favors. Jeremy's in the courtyard."

With no energy to question her sudden kindness, I braced myself against the wall and pushed to my feet, shuffling forward, step by agonizing step.

As I reached the doorway, I heard Jeremy's voice, low and humble.

"Mr. Jenson, you have my word. You saved my life back then. I'll spend the rest of my days taking care of Carolina and cherishing her."

My hand tightened on the doorknob as I watched him bow repeatedly to no one in sight. The moment he hung up and turned to see me standing there, the pleasant look on his face froze into a cold mask.

"Who let you out?" he snarled.

Behind me, Carolina sighed dramatically. "Regina kept begging me. She said Carl is her own flesh and blood. I couldn't bring myself to ignore her…"

I clutched the hem of my shirt, my eyes boring into him. "Jeremy, I was the one who begged Mr. Jenson to step in. You don't even believe I saved your life?"

He scoffed. "Saved my life? Mr. Jenson said it was Carolina who pleaded with him. What claim do you have to take the credit?"

With that, he brushed past me, his voice softening for Carolina. "You're far too softhearted. That's why she's been stealing your credit for five years. As I've told you, Carl is your son. He has nothing to do with her."

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I scraped together the last of my strength and roared, "Have you forgotten I knelt in the snow for two days and nights?"

Jeremy wrapped an arm around Carolina, his face cold with fury. "Mr. Jenson told me himself that it was Carolina who begged him for help. You just put on a little show for him when he walked out the door."

"Regina," he added. "I've been more than generous letting you stay in this house. Don't you dare test my patience again!"