Husband Lost the Game and Killed My Mother

When I brought up our heartbreaking past, Tom's face turned gloomy.

"Enough!" Tom snapped. "Am I not kind to Mom? It's just a joke. If it matters too much for you, I'll personally go there and pick her up."

I calmly said, "Don't bother."

I wiped away the tears that had fallen without me even noticing. “When are we getting a divorce?”

Tom's face turned dark.

"Natalie, I've already apologized to you about the whole Tinsel Town thing with your mom. What more do you want? I’ve been putting up with you because you’re pregnant.”

“Fine. Do you want a divorce? Bring your mother here to talk about it. I doubt she’ll agree to us splitting up,” he growled.

After saying that, he stormed out of the door while pulling Ava with him.

I knew Tom was furious.

In the past, just the sight of him frowning would make me panic and I would stop arguing with him and be too scared to push back. I would grovel, trying to make things right.

Not this though.

I packed all my things and moved back to my old family house.

After resting for two days, both physically and emotionally exhausted, I finally went to bury my mother’s ashes.

When I finally got back, Tom, who had already broken into the house, was waiting for me. His face was so gloomy and of course, he was not alone. Ava was standing next to him.

The moment I walked through the door, Tom got up, strode over and grabbed my hand to drag me out.

"Come with me to the hospital," he said.

I stared at him with a dumbfounded expression as I instinctively pulled my hand back.

"Tom, have you lost your mind?" I asked.

Tom looked at me franticly. "Ava is sick. The doctor said that she needed the placenta of a twenty-eight-week-old baby to treat her.”

My mind couldn’t comprehend what I was hearing. “You want to use my placenta to treat her illness?”

I stared at him, unable to believe this was real. However, my world shattered when Tom nodded. His expression filled with regret as he looked at me.

“Natalie, I’ve looked into it. The baby is fully developed at twenty-eight weeks. Once you have induced labor, everything will be fine ….”

Smack!

Before he could finish, my hand flew across his face.

“Tom, do you even have a conscience? That’s your biological child you're talking about! Your flesh and blood!”

“Have you even bothered to check the side effects of inducing labor early? There’s a chance both the baby and I could die!”

Tom held his cheek. Guilt flashed in his eyes. He knew that he was in the wrong so he softened his voice and coaxed me, "Natalie, I know you're upset but Ava is really sick. If you deliver the baby now, she can be the child’s godmother and she’ll love the baby like her own.”

“And besides, didn’t your mom always dream of this grandchild? Once the baby’s here, it’ll help her let go of the anger about what had happened in Tinsel Town.”

He wanted to put my baby and my life at risk and make the culprit to be my baby's godmother. And he thought he would be able to make my mother calm down? What kind of logic was that?

I was so furious at his twisted logic that my vision blurred. I almost vomited blood and fainted. Probably aware of my emotions, my abdomen had begun to ache faintly.

My whole body trembled as I pointed at him with shaking hands. “Get out! You already killed my mother and now you want to kill me and my child? It’s not happening!”

I tried to leave, but Tom blocked my path.

"Natalie, what do you mean by saying "killed your mom", huh? Don't drag her into this matter. We're dealing with our issue."

“The baby has to be born anyway. Having it a few months early will save Ava’s life. Don’t be so heartless," he coaxed.

"No!" I yelled.

I glared hatefully at Tom. My stomach was already aching badly. I could feel the distress of my baby in my womb. Feeling dizzy and nauseous, I was scared that I was about to miscarry because of the stress.

Tom finally noticed something was wrong with me and helped me to sit down by holding my waist.

"Natalie, are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

I was in too much pain to respond.

Ava, who had been crying softly, finally spoke up. “Natalie, I know you hate how close Tom and I are, but I’m really sick and only you can help. I promise, once the baby is born, I’ll love them like my own.”

She pulled out a bracelet and tried to put it on my wrist. “Look, I even got this for you and the baby when I went to Tinsel Town. It’ll protect you both.”

I glanced at it and my chest filled with rage.

Just a few days ago, I’d seen this exact bracelet in her social media post. She and Tom had matching red bracelets and she’d captioned the photo: “The one unloved is the real third party.”

In the corner of the picture, there it was, the very same bracelet in a trash can.

Fury surged through me and I pushed Ava away. If I hadn’t been in so much pain, I would’ve slapped her again.

I barely touched her, but Ava fell back onto the ground, her hand landing on a stone and drawing blood.

Tom's concern for me vanished in an instant.

“Natalie, Ava got that for you out of kindness. If you don’t want it, fine, but did you have to hit her?”

“I’ve been too soft on you, but enough is enough. The hospital is ready. Let’s go.”

His eyes flicked to the bodyguards standing behind him and they started moving toward me.

Terror shot through me as I clutched my stomach, my scalp tingling with pain.

"Tom! Let me go!" I cried out.

However, Tom had become cold like a heartless bystander.

As he had said, this child carried all the hopes my mother had for me. She had dreamed of meeting this grandchild, but now she was gone, never to meet them.

There was absolutely no way I could let anything happen to the child!

“Tom, don’t touch the baby. My mother is dead and this child is all I have left. Please, don’t touch the baby…”

I fell to my knees sobbing miserably. I used every ounce of strength to beg him.

For a moment, Tom’s eyes softened and he looked over at Ava.

“Fine, we’ll find another pregnant woman. If none are available in this city, we’ll look in another one.”

A fleeting shadow passed through Ava’s eyes before she dabbed at imaginary tears.

“If that’s how you both feel, then let it go. It’s fine. If I miss my chance to get better, I’ll just accept my fate.”

Tom hesitated for only a few seconds, his gaze shifted between the both of us before he made up his mind.

“Let’s go to the hospital.”