My Mother Died For My Freedom

Aida POV:

My hand still clutched my medical file. It was my last hope. My voice was hoarse.

"This is my real report! It proves I' m not pregnant!"

Caroline lunged. She snatched the file from my hand. She tore through the papers. Her eyes darted over them. She found my gynecological report. Her face twisted. She shredded it. The pieces fluttered to the floor.

"You' re delusional! This is obviously a fake! Trying to trick us with forged documents!"

She tossed the torn pieces. They landed on my feet.

"You think Drake is stupid? You think you can just wave some fabricated report and we' ll believe you? He' ll hate you even more for this!"

My body shook with uncontrollable anger. I stared at the shredded paper. My last piece of evidence. Destroyed. I bent down. I tried to gather the pieces. I wanted to put them back together.

Drake shoved me. He pushed me hard. I stumbled. I hit the wall. A sharp pain shot through my head. My vision swam.

"Enough, Aida! Do you hear me? Enough with your pathetic charade!"

His voice boomed. It echoed through the lobby.

"The evidence is clear! You are pregnant! Your lies are transparent!"

I pushed myself off the wall. My head throbbed. I looked at him. One last desperate plea.

"I am not pregnant! That test result is fake! Please, just go to the lab. Go check the records. It will prove everything!"

He laughed. A cold, dismissive sound.

"And what? You think I haven' t thought of that? You probably bribed the technicians. Or erased the surveillance footage. Your tricks are pathetic, Aida."

Caroline saw her chance. She started to walk away. She dabbed her eyes with a delicate handkerchief.

"I can' t bear this, Drake. I just can' t."

Drake panicked. He grabbed her arm.

"Caroline, don' t leave! Please!"

He turned back to me. His eyes were blazing with fury.

"You think this is a game? You think this will make me chase you? You are wrong!"

He pointed a finger at me. His voice was icy cold.

"Here' s your chance, Aida. Get rid of the child. Prove you are not lying. Then, maybe, just maybe, I will believe you."

He paused. His voice was laced with a cruel promise.

"I will still pay you. A substantial sum. And your mother' s treatment will continue. Do what I say, Aida. Get the abortion."

My mind froze. Abortion? For a child that didn' t exist? He was asking me to destroy my body. He was asking me to admit to a lie. My voice trembled.

"Are you insane? I told you, I' m not pregnant! There' s no child to abort!"

He sneered. His eyes were full of dark satisfaction. He had anticipated my reaction.

"Oh, so now you' re playing the innocent victim? You want to keep it, don' t you? You want to secretly give birth and then extort me. I won' t let that happen, Aida. I swear."

He turned to his bodyguards. His voice was a flat command.

"Take her. Take her to the operating room. Ensure the procedure is done immediately."

My heart hammered against my ribs. Fear seized me. They were going to force me.