Chapter 4

Simon sobered up considerably.

He stood up in panic, his eyes flashing with pity and regret.

"Honey, don't be scared. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

Kelly's sarcastic exclamation rang in my ears.

"I really envy Rachel. No matter what lies you tell, Simon believes you unconditionally."

Simon shook off Kelly's delicate hand wrapped around his waist, his voice cold as ice.

"Get lost. If anything happens to my wife, you'll answer for it."

Kelly, pushed away, lay weakly on the sofa. Unwilling to give up, she kept rubbing Simon's calf with her red-stockinged foot.

"Simon, can't you see? Rachel just got too excited and wet herself."

"She's only seven months pregnant. The due date hasn't arrived yet. How could her water break?"

His buddies shook their heads beside him, their tones disgusted.

"I heard pregnant women often lose control of their bladder and bowels. Turns out it's true."

"Can't even control her own urine. No wonder Simon's looking for a mistress."

Simon's movement to pick me up stopped. He let out a breath.

What followed was anger and disgust at being played. He grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at me.

"Disgusting! Are you willing to use any lowly trick to compete for my attention?"

"It's not that. I'm really about to give birth. My stomach hurts so much..."

He watched me wailing on the floor with cold eyes, his tone sarcastic.

"Good acting. If Kelly hadn't enlightened me, you would have fooled me."

Kelly's eyes were full of triumph as she threw herself into Simon's arms, acting cute.

"Hmph... I'm your smartest little secretary."

My voice trembled with pain.

"Save me... the baby... save the baby... Please, someone call an ambulance."

Carl sneered.

"Rachel really goes all out. Pissing herself everywhere and still wants to waste medical resources."

Kelly added fuel to the fire.

"If outsiders find out Rachel wet herself in public, what about Simon's reputation? Rachel, you're so inconsiderate."

The cigarette smoke in the room made me dizzy. My heart felt cold.

I couldn't count on anyone.

Ignoring the pain from my belly, I gritted my teeth and crawled toward my purse nearby.

My phone was inside. I could save myself.

Laughter filled my ears as they kept mocking me.

"Simon, Rachel's acting is Oscar-worthy!"

"Simon, why don't you humor Rachel? If she keeps pissing, we won't be able to enjoy ourselves."

I was drenched in sweat from the pain, my hair at my temples soaked.

Ignoring these scumbags' mockery, I reached my phone in the bag.

The moment my trembling fingers pressed the dial button, Simon stepped on my hand and kicked the phone away.

"Enough! Are you sick? Making EMTs work on New Year's Eve?"

The pain made me unable to straighten up. I curled up on the floor.

"I'm really going into labor. The baby's only seven months—it's dangerous. This is your child too. Let me go to the hospital..."

An abnormal pain came from my belly. I wasn't sure if I had compressed the baby when I fell earlier.

For the sake of the baby in my belly, I put aside my dignity and grabbed his pant leg, begging humbly.

"Give me my phone. I'll call the ambulance myself. Please..."

"This is your child."

Simon kicked me away, looking with disgust at the carpet soaked with amniotic fluid.

I was in so much pain I had no strength left, lying on the floor like a dying dog.

Simon crouched down, gripping my neck, his voice even colder.

"Stop acting. Getting addicted to the performance? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll walk all over me tomorrow."