The Woman He Chose Over Me

After arriving at the hospital, the smell of food on my body and the dried blood below drew disgusted stares and pointing fingers from everyone.

One mocked, "That's the shameless woman who went viral. She's into some twisted stuff, getting herself all bloody like that. If I got exposed like that, I'd have killed myself already, but she still has the nerve to show her face in public."

Someone else wrinkled their nose and said, "You could smell that nasty scent on her from far away. Why is someone like that still alive? She should just hurry up and die."

It felt like I had been stripped naked and exposed to the entire world.

I hung my head low as wave after wave of humiliation tore my heart open. Biting my lip hard, I clutched my abdomen and struggled forward with difficulty.

Finally reaching the OB-GYN department, I waited in line outside for my number. Everyone around me could not get far enough away from me.

When it was my turn, a patient from outside barged in and yanked me up from the chair.

She shouted, "Doctor, you can't treat her. We won't allow it! She's filthy, and we refuse to share the same doctor with someone like her."

Another person immediately echoed, "Exactly. She didn't care about her own body, so if she gets sick and dies, she deserves it. Don't treat her, or we'll all report you."

The doctor had no choice but to shake his head and tell me to leave.

I was driven out by the mob, and they kicked and punched me like I was a punching bag.

Eventually, the crowd gradually dispersed. I lay helplessly on the ground, watching their mouths open and close, nearly driving me insane.

In my heart, I screamed silently, begging someone to save me. I truly could not hold on anymore.

Just then, Timothy suddenly appeared at the OB-GYN entrance with Gracie in his arms. The moment he looked at me, there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

He was about to reach out to help me up, but Gracie started crying in fear, pretending to cower behind Timothy.

"Alyssa, don't get the wrong idea. Timothy is only here because he's worried about me and came with me for my prenatal checkup. Our relationship is completely innocent."

I remained expressionless, already numb. I just nodded slightly without saying anything more.

However, Timothy could not stand my attitude and crouched down, grabbing my hand fiercely,

He scolded, "What's that supposed to mean? Didn't I tell you not to make Gracie cry? She's sensitive, so speak to her gently. Get up and apologize to Gracie!"

Did he really expect to control every word I said now? How ridiculous.

I turned my head away, refusing to speak, tears of grievance welling up in my eyes.

Timothy stared at me intently, the fierceness in his eyes gradually fading. Finally, he sighed helplessly. "As long as you apologize, I'll clear up the rumors right now."

What good would clearing them up now do?

I had already been humiliated in public, and my photos had long since been spread everywhere. Still, I knew that if I apologized, Timothy would do even worse things to me just to teach me a lesson, making my life a living hell.

I slowly got up, but cramping in my abdomen made it impossible to stand straight.

I bent over and said through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry..."

I did not owe Gracie anything, much less Timothy. This apology was just to save my own life. Just as I was about to lift my head, everything suddenly went black, and I collapsed.

When I woke up again, I was lying in Timothy's villa.

Standing beside me was Timothy's private doctor, Connor Garcia.

Connor's expression was difficult to decipher as he said, "There's no way you can keep the baby in your condition. You'll be lucky if you can even save your own life. From now on, you… should take better care of your body."

He clearly believed I was that kind of woman, too. This impression was already rooted in their minds; explanation was futile.

Timothy suddenly entered the room, and Connor gave him a slight nod before speaking.

"Mrs. Blackwood had a miscar–"

Before he could finish, Timothy cut him off. "Alyssa, you've rested long enough. You should have recovered your strength by now, right? Gracie is moving in, and tonight, we're throwing her a welcome party. As the lady of the house, you need to be there to welcome her."