His Pregnant Queen in The Death Game

The interrogation room door was kicked open.

Alex stormed in.

The pool of blood beneath me was growing, staining the entire chair red.

"Alex!" I reached for him with my mangled hand.

But Scarlett quickly stepped between us.

"Don't go near her!" she yelled, grabbing Alex's arm. "This killer has studied you too well!"

"She probably had plastic surgery to look like Valentina! She even copied her voice!"

Alex stopped.

"You protect Valentina so well, they knew that was your weak spot," Scarlett pressed on. "The second you get close, they'll find a way to kill you!"

"No!" I cried out in despair. "I'm Valentina! I'm your wife!"

Scarlett turned and walked toward me.

Her hands started patting me down.

"Just as I thought!"

She pulled a small metal device from my clothes.

"A pressure-plate bomb!"

She held it up high for Alex to see.

Then she slapped me hard across the face.

"Damn killer! Trying to blow up my man!"

Alex's face darkened instantly.

He turned away in disgust, as if he'd seen something vile.

"How could I fall for a trick like that?"

"Maybe there isn't even a baby in her belly," Scarlett said venomously. "Or maybe the baby's already dead and she's packed with explosives. We should cut her open and check."

This time, Alex said nothing.

His silence was permission.

"Doctor!" Scarlett yelled.

A doctor in a surgical mask walked in, holding a scalpel and anesthesia.

"No anesthetic," Scarlett stopped him. "I want her awake."

The doctor hesitated for a second, then nodded.

Alex turned to leave.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Boss?" It was the butler's voice. "The missus disappeared on her way to the concert hall."

Alex laughed.

"Her due date is today. She must have gone into labor and been taken to the hospital."

His voice was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Clear out the jewelers! Find every doctor in this city! Find out which hospital my wife is in! Now!"

"I'm going to be a dad!"

He was as giddy as a child.

He didn't notice that behind him, a scalpel was already slicing into my stomach.

"Aaaargh!"

The pain almost made me black out.

The doctor quickly gave me a shot of adrenaline.

"This will keep you wide awake," he muttered.

The blade cut deep into my abdomen. Blood gushed out.

I could feel my life draining away.

Just as I thought I was about to die, I heard it.

A baby's cry.

Faint, but clear.

My heart nearly stopped.

"My baby!" I screamed with my last bit of strength. "Let me see my baby!"

But Scarlett clamped her hand over the baby's mouth and nose.

The crying stopped.

She tossed the tiny body into a trash bag.

"Nothing to see," she sneered. "Too bad. Stillborn."

My heart died.

My tears ran dry.

My soul shattered.

Scarlett pulled out a fake bomb she'd prepared, smeared it with my blood, and ran out to find Alex.

"I was right! She had a stillborn, and she really was rigged with a bomb!"

Outside the door, Alex was still on the phone, ecstatic.

"Buy Valentina the best jewelry! And arrange a private concert! Give her anything she wants!"

Anything she wants.

I lay on the operating table and let out a bitter laugh.

Nothing I wanted mattered anymore. Our story was over. Written in blood.

The heart monitor next to me beeped weaker and weaker.

Alex and Scarlett's voices faded into the distance.

I thought I was about to die.

"I can't just let you die," the doctor suddenly whispered.

He injected me with an anesthetic.

"Hold on. I'm getting you to a hospital."

The wail of a siren grew closer.

As they wheeled me out of the interrogation room, I was already drifting off.

Rain fell on my face.

I felt something cold against my neck.

The necklace.

The one Alex had just given me for my birthday.

Engraved on it were the words: "My Love."

My love. How ironic.

Just as the gurney was about to be loaded into the ambulance, I heard Alex's sharp voice.

"Wait!"