Sacrificed by the Man Fated to Love Me

John started to sound nervous as well. "I don't think Quinn can take it much longer, Terrence. She—"

"Spare me the details," Terrence hastily cut him off in a pained voice. "It'll only break my heart."

After a brief pause, he declared heartlessly, "Alright. Let's proceed with the final one."

"What?" John exclaimed. "She's already at her limit. She's—"

"That's enough! I'll still love Quinn no matter what happens to her," Terrence snapped. "Everything has to remain exactly as it is. Otherwise, the original events from the story will eventually play out with Yvonne."

Terrence's tone stayed impassive. To me, he sounded like the devil himself.

Soon, someone returned to the room with dozens of iron nails.

Even though I had already fallen into despair, I still couldn't help but stagger backward in fear.

The man was right—I was pregnant. Before departing on this mission overseas, I had already been three months along. Before this, I had planned to tell Terrence the good news after the mission was completed.

He had always dreamed of having a child with me and leading a happy life together as a family of three. Initially, I believed we would have a home together, too.

Before I could react, someone grabbed my limbs, and a wave of unbearable pain spread through my entire body.

I watched as thick iron nails were driven into my body one after another. I nearly passed out from the agony, but I had been given a stimulant injection beforehand. Hence, I remained conscious throughout the entire process and was forced to endure every second of my hellish torture.

"I think she's actually pregnant… This is incredibly cruel…"

The man holding the forceps stared at my bloodied lower body before turning his face away. He couldn't bear to watch this any longer.

Ultimately, my unborn child couldn't withstand the stress that my body was being put through.

As my mind grew hazy, I heard Terrence speak again. His voice trembled ever so slightly as he said, "Hold on, Quinn. Once I complete the mission, I'll be able to stay in this dimension forever. I promise I'll make it up to you when that time comes."

How was he going to do that? Was he planning to make it up to me with his so-called love?

I let out a broken laugh. To my surprise, I couldn't even cry anymore.

I was dragged up from the ground like a dead animal. Sneering, the men tossed me into a stinking water cell and left me to rot in the cold, filthy water.

I didn't know how much time had passed before the cell door finally opened again.

Terrence's figure appeared. His face was wrecked with concern and heartbreak, and it almost seemed as if he was going to cry.

He rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. In a trembling voice, he cried, "I'm here to save you, Quinn."

I lifted my head numbly and stared at him with a hollow gaze. He used to be the man I loved. But now, his face seemed foreign, and the sight of it made me feel sick.

"You told me you could track my location at all times. You also claimed that you would come for me immediately," I said.

His expression stiffened. Then, he explained remorsefully, "I'm sorry. The situation overseas was too complicated. It took up quite a bit of my time. I'm sorry, Quinn. It's okay—I'll always love you no matter what."

Love me?

I scoffed. What a joke.

Terrence didn't seem to notice my reaction. Perhaps, he simply chose to ignore it.

He took off his coat and wrapped it around my battered body. Then, he picked me up in his arms and rushed outside.

I was taken to the hospital.

After hearing the news, my colleagues rushed over to check on my condition. Even though they were used to all kinds of gruesome injuries, they couldn't help but inhale sharply once they saw me.

I was ushered into the operating room in a horrific state. The tendons in all four of my limbs had been severed, and my lower body was ruined. My body was also covered in severe infections and festering wounds.