He Left Her in the Cold

"Honestly, if he was cheating with Kendall, I wouldn't even blame him. Who could stand a wife like that?"

"Right? If Kendall hadn't hated the idea of marriage, this woman would never have had a shot."

"So what if she's pregnant? She thinks that makes her a queen who can dictate who Spencer hangs out with?"

"She has no idea how pent-up Spencer's been during her pregnancy. Good thing he has Kendall to take care of his needs."

I stared at them, feeling like the world's biggest fool. They all knew. Everyone knew what was going on between them. I, his wife, was the only one kept in the dark.

Before they could spew any more venom, Spencer spoke. "That's enough. All of you, shut up. Annelise is my wife. I would not betray her."

With that, he adjusted the jacket around Kendall. Then, he took my hand. "You said you wanted to go back to the room? Let's go."

Kendall glared at him. "I knew it. You always ditch your friends for a pretty face. Fine! Don't come crawling back to me!"

Spencer didn't spare her another glance. He put an arm around my shoulder and led me toward the elevator. For a moment, I thought he'd come to his senses. A "soulmate" he could bed anytime was nothing compared to my family's fortune.

But as we reached a glass-enclosed corridor connecting to the next building, he suddenly snatched my key card from my coat pocket. With the click of the lock, he shoved me into the corridor and locked the door, leaving me in the sub-zero cold.

The icy wind, carrying snowflakes, whipped against my thin maternity dress. My heart plummeted. "Spencer Porter! Are you insane? What the hell are you doing?"

Through the thick, soundproof door, Spencer took out his phone and called me. His voice was cold and ruthless over the line. "I was a fool to bring you here. You wanted to be dramatic? Fine. The view in Aspen is beautiful. Enjoy it while you cool off."

Suddenly, a vicious cramp seized my abdomen. A warm gush of fluid streamed down my legs, pooling on the floor.

Terrified, I abandoned all dignity and pounded on the door. "Spencer! Let me in! I think... I think I'm going into labor!"

He laughed. A cruel, mocking sound. "Annelise, stop using the baby as an excuse. You're only seven months along. The baby isn't coming now."

"I promised Kendall I'd stay with her for the all-night party. It's just one night. Cool off in the hallway. I'll come get you in the morning when I'm done."

With that, he hung up.

Excruciating pain made it nearly impossible to stand as I watched the pool of amniotic fluid and blood spread across the floor. Before I lost consciousness, I managed to call my mother in New York. She acted fast.