You Want My Groom? Take Him

I did not move. "Have you thought about our breakup yet?" The moment I said it, his expression darkened, like I had flipped a switch.

"What's that supposed to mean? I bought you a gift and apologized sincerely. You're still not over it, are you?"

Upon seeing me nod expressionlessly, he frowned deeper. "Sandra, I've been more than patient with you. Do not try to threaten me with this.

"With you carrying my child, who else would ever want you if we broke up? At least think about the baby. You wouldn't want your child to be born without a father, would you?"

His phone lit up before I could reply. It was from Bianca. "Mr. Abbott, my stomach's been feeling weird. Can you come over to my home?"

He noticed that I saw the message. His voice tightened as he rushed to explain.

"She's been running up and down for you during the wedding. She's pregnant and lives alone. I'll have to check on her to make sure she's okay. You stay put and calm down, okay?"

Then, he left with hurried steps. Maybe he was afraid that I would bring up the breakup again, or he was worried about Bianca. Either way, he left without a sliver of hesitation.

I lost all interest in sleeping. I was just about to pack my bags when my phone lit up.

"So what if you get to marry Mr. Abbott? The one he truly cares about is my child. I've won now, and my child would surely come out on top, too.

"Whose baby do you think would be born first? Which one do you think Mr. Abbott would love more?"

I stared at the message, my grip tightening. I blocked the number and sent screenshots of the message to Gordon.

…

The next morning, the scheduled abortion went successfully. The baby I had longed for was gone in less than two months.

It hurt more than everything Bianca had ever done—going near Gordon without any boundaries, more than him choosing Bianca over me every time.

I forced my weak body up and walked out of the hospital, holding the medical report in my hand.

Right at that moment, I saw Gordon walking out of the OB/GYN wing, gently supporting Bianca on her way out. They were laughing, chatting like a married couple.

Bianca spotted me first. She smiled tauntingly, like she had already won. Then, feigning her fluster, she quickly let go of Gordon's hand.

"Sandra…" she called out softly in my direction.

Upon hearing my name, Gordon's head snapped up. He removed his hands from Bianca's shoulder immediately.

"She was not feeling well in the stomach yesterday, probably due to our wedding. I'm just here for a checkup. Please don't misunderstand."

I glanced at Bianca. Her skin was glowing and perfectly healthy. Then, I looked at Gordon's worried face. I did not know if he had seen my message. Maybe he had, but it did not matter any longer.

"What amazing benefits your company has. The CEO would even take his assistant to her doctor's appointments," I exclaimed.

Bianca rushed over and grabbed me by my wrists. "Sandra, please don't misunderstand. It's all my fault.

"My stomach hurt yesterday, and there was no one else I could ask. I could only beg Mr. Abbott to come with—"

Before she even finished speaking, she twisted my arm and threw herself backward, letting out a loud cry.