You Want My Groom? Take Him

Her stomach hit the floor with a sickening thud. She curled up in agony, her whole body in immense pain.

"Bianca!" Gordon's expression changed instantly. He shoved me aside and rushed toward Bianca to lift her up. His voice cracked with fury.

"Sandra, you want to take it out on me, fine. But she's pregnant like you! How could you shove her like that? What if something happened to her?"

Tears welled in Bianca's eyes as she started to defend me. "Please don't blame her. It's my fault for losing balance. If I'd stayed further from her, this wouldn't have happened."

The more she explained, the darker Gordon's expression grew. "Sandra Zimmer. Apologize now!"

"She faked her fall." My stomach twisted in pain as I steadied myself. His shove had nearly sent me crashing to the floor.

"I never even touched her. It was all an act by her. What do you want me to apologize for?"

Gordon clenched his teeth and asked, "You mean she's willing to risk her unborn child just to lie about you? You're going to be a mother soon. Do you think that's possible?"

I stared at him silently, watching him defend another woman.

"Why would I do as you told? I've already told you last night, we're over." I was glad that we had not signed the marriage license yet. There was no need to file for a divorce.

His anger boiled over, darkening his expression even further. "Sandra! You're the one at fault, not me.

"You don't get to end this. You're going to handle all of Bianca's checkups at the hospital today!

"That Lilia or whoever, she has a startup, right? You're her friend. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see all her money go down the drain, right?"

I looked at him disbelievingly. "Are you threatening me?"

"You started it first, and let's not forget how I supported you for years. Everything you have was given to you by me. You do not get to walk away until I say you can!" His expression was still as dark as ever.

My heart felt like it had been pierced with thousands of needles.

He was the one who told me to quit my job to stay at home to prepare for the pregnancy. And now, because he supported me for a year, I was not allowed to even ask for a breakup. I was expected to help his mistress and play nurse to her and her bastard child.

It was absurd and utterly humiliating. I clenched my discharge papers in my hands and met Gordon's cold eyes. "Fine."

Bianca gave me a smug glance before turning to Gordon with a concerned look. "Sandra's still pregnant. It would be too much for her to run around all day like that."

Gordon waved her off. "Don't worry. My child is strong. A day like this won't hurt."

He pushed all of Bianca's paperwork to me, instructing me to collect reports and wait in line for Bianca. "Don't miss any of her checkups. Not a single one," he ordered.

I said nothing and ran around the hospital, shuffling from department to department.

My body had not recovered from the abortion. Every step I took sent shocks of pain through my abdomen. It felt worse than the surgery itself.

By late afternoon, I was finally done with everything. I shoved the stack of papers into Gordon's hands and collapsed into a chair, drenched in cold sweat.

Someone nearby let out a cry. "Blood! Oh god, she's bleeding so much!"

Everyone turned toward me. I looked down.

Warmth was spreading down my legs, and my pants were soaked in red. It was a post-op hemorrhage!

A wave of pain slammed into me like a crashing tide, dragging my body down with it. The world tilted in my eyes, and I collapsed. Just before I lost consciousness, I caught a glimpse of Gordon's horror-stricken face.

"Sandra!"