He Married Me with Ulterior Motives—So I Rained Down Hell on Him

Ian stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said coldly. “If there really is a problem, they would’ve called me. Now let me go. I want to go home and rest.”

Jaime took a step forward and grabbed my wrist tightly before glancing at Ian.

“Why are you even wasting your breath on her? Just drag her back to the hospital. Trish has been texting me nonstop, saying she’s in excruciating pain. She can’t wait any longer."

At the mention of Trish’s suffering, Ian’s expression changed. His concern for her was immediate, almost instinctive.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “Trish's life matters, but what about mine? What about my baby’s? Don’t you care that having a C-section right now could put my life at risk?” I screamed at him.

Ian merely scoffed. “I'm the head of obstetrics. Nothing will happen under my care.”

“You’re only saying that because you refuse to save Trish, aren’t you? How could you be so selfish?”

My chest heaved with fury. “I won’t do it. I don’t care what you say—I would rather die than let you use me to save her! That treacherous bitch is better off dead!”

A sharp slap cracked across my face. Jaime had struck me so hard that a metallic taste flooded my mouth.

“You selfish bitch! How dare you insult her!”

My cheek burned, the sting radiating through my skull. I turned to Ian, hoping—praying—he’d stop this madness. But his face was void of sympathy, only filled with disdain.

“I can’t believe I ever married someone so cruel. Marrying you is the worst mistake I’ve ever done in my life.”

The words cut deeper than the slap, deeper than any wound. My breath hitched, my vision blurred with unshed tears. But I wouldn’t let them see me break.

Jaime turned to Ian, his voice sharp. “Enough of this. Tie her hands. We’ll take her to the operating room now. She’s pregnant; she won’t be able to fight us off.”

He tossed a rope to Ian, who caught it without hesitation.

“Don’t you dare—” I tried to pull away, but Ian was stronger.

With ruthless efficiency, he wrapped the rope around my wrists, tightening it until the coarse fibers bit into my skin. Blood welled up around the bindings, but he didn’t stop until I was fully restrained.

Then, they each grabbed one of my arms and began dragging me toward the elevator. My heart pounded wildly as I struggled, but it was no use.

Just as we reached the elevator, the doors slid open, revealing a familiar face.

Marilyn Howlett, a fellow expectant mother whose due date was close to mine, stepped out. Her round belly made her movements slow, but her sharp eyes landed on me immediately.

“Zara, what are you doing here?” She glanced at her watch, “At this hour?”

A flicker of hope ignited in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream for help, but before a single sound could escape, Ian clamped his hand over my mouth.

“My wife wasn’t feeling well,” Ian said smoothly. “She suddenly had stomach pains, so I brought her in for a checkup.”

Marilyn frowned. “That’s strange. She always said her pregnancy was fine. Why the sudden pain?”

I tried to scream again, but Ian covered my mouth tighter, muffling my voice into nothing more than a whimper. Please, please notice something is wrong. If she realizes something is off, she’ll do something. Or at least tell someone.

“She probably ate something bad,” Ian answered smoothly. “Her condition is serious and needs immediate attention. That’s why I brought her here. I’m the head of obstetrics at this hospital. We need to get going.”

Marilyn hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped aside.

“Yeah, of course. The baby’s health comes first. Sorry for standing in your way.”

Hope shattered in an instant and I felt as if I had plunged into a bottomless abyss.

The elevator doors closed. Jaime suddenly kicked me in the legs.

“Bitch, were you trying to rat us out just now? You just can’t stand to see Trish survive, can you?”

The pain shot through my calf and I collapsed to my knees with a dull thud. My stomach clenched, sending a sharp, twisting agony through me.

“Be careful! She’s still pregnant. If the baby dies inside her, the umbilical cord blood will be useless,” Ian snapped at Jaime in annoyance.