The world seemed to slow down as I hit the table, the pain radiating through my body like a wildfire. The room spun, and a sharp gasp escaped my lips. The agony was excruciating, a mix of physical and emotional torment. I felt an immediate, terrifying sensation deep within my core, a sudden wetness that spread like fire beneath my clothes. I knew instantly what had happened—my water broke. But there was something else too, something that filled me with dread as I felt the warmth of blood trickle down my legs.
The room was filled with Margaret’s triumphant glare and Chloe’s laugh, her phone camera fixed on me like a predator on its prey. It was a moment I would never forget—a moment seared into my memory with a mixture of betrayal, fear, and resolve. As I lay there on the floor, a storm of emotions churned within me. I had to stay strong, not just for me but for the life inside me.
“You’ll all regret this,” I whispered, my voice fueled by a mixture of pain and newfound determination. My eyes locked onto each of them, one by one. Tom, who once promised to be my partner, now stood as a stranger, his loyalties clearly misplaced. Margaret, with her unyielding gaze, seemed unfazed, her ambitions blinding her to the human cost of her greed. Chloe, who found this all so entertaining, was oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
