Married to Lies, Pregnant With My Sister’s Child

"Hunter, why don't we make this fun?"

Savannah smiled cruelly, then pulled out a pill and shoved it into my mouth.

In an instant, all the strength drained from my body. A wave of despair and fear crushed me.

Savannah leaned close and whispered something into Hunter's ear. He turned to me with a mocking smile.

"Take her to the private room next door."

I looked at him, desperate.

"You'll regret doing this to me."

Savannah lifted her wine glass, eyes gleaming with pride.

"That pill won't just light a fire in you," she said with a smug smile. “It'll also wipe your memory. By tomorrow, you won't remember a thing."

"There's already a client waiting in the room next door."

She let out a soft laugh and raised her glass higher.

"Here's to a lovely night."

The next moment, I was dragged into darkness.

And in that darkness, something tore through me as if I were being ripped apart, piece by piece.

When I came to, I was lying helplessly on the floor of the private room. A large pool of blood had already spread beneath me.

“Help… me…”

I dragged myself toward the door, pounding on it with what little strength I had left.

From outside, I heard a burst of mocking laughter.

"Stop pretending. You were moaning louder than anyone earlier. Just get some rest. You won't remember anything by tomorrow."

Then came Hunter's voice.

"Since the main event's over, let's move on to the next round! No one goes home until we're drunk!"

Their footsteps and laughter faded into the distance.

I was left alone, bleeding, broken and barely conscious.

The floor beneath me was soaked in bright red. The sight was horrifying.

In the end, it was a staff member who found me and rushed me to the hospital.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a sterile hospital room filled with the sharp scent of disinfectant.

"Miss Ivy, we couldn't save your baby. How would you like us to handle the remains?"

The nurse looked at me with quiet sympathy.

I stared blankly at the bundle in her hands.

"Please call a courier for me."

After a night of partying, Hunter and the others finally remembered they had left me behind at the clubhouse.

When they arrived, the manager ran over in a panic.

"Mr. Harrington, something serious happened. After you left last night, your wife was found bleeding badly. She was taken to the hospital."

Hunter froze. He suddenly grabbed Savannah's wrist, his eyes wild and bloodshot.

"What did you do last night?"

Just then, a delivery man approached them, holding a small box.

"Hi, are you Mr. Harrington? I have a delivery for you. Please sign here."

Hunter stared at the box, the faint metallic scent of blood still clinging to it.

With shaking hands, he opened the lid.

The moment it opened, the people around him gasped.