Chapter 231
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Chapter 231:
“Yes. She’s showing signs of a threatened miscarriage,” the doctor said, his brows knitting together. “She’s four months along, but the pregnancy is unstable. She needs strict bed rest immediately. The injuries on her face look severe, but they’re only surface wounds. With proper care, they shouldn’t leave scars.”
Four months…
The realization hit me hard, shaking me to my core.
Four months ago, Ivy had still been overseas. Lianne and I had been closer than ever.
A memory surfaced, just a few days ago, my hand resting on her waist as I asked, “If you were carrying my baby, would you still be this determined to leave me?”
Back then, she had answered, “There is no such thing as ‘what if,’ and even if there were, I wouldn’t keep the child.”
𝖣𝘪sc𝗼𝗏е𝗿 𝗁𝘪𝘥𝘥𝖾𝗇 𝘨𝗲𝗆ѕ 𝗼𝗇 g𝖺𝘭ոo𝘷е𝘭s.c𝘰𝗆
So she had lied.
Every cold word, every attempt to push me away, it had all been to protect the child.
She had chosen to endure everything alone rather than give up what we had.
An overwhelming mix of emotion surged through me, something like joy, tangled with bitterness.
And somehow, in the midst of all this wreckage, it felt as though there was still a chance left for us.
“You have to save the baby. Please.” I gripped the doctor’s hand tightly, my eyes burning.
The doctor’s expression grew serious. “There’s something you need to understand. Your wife’s condition is complicated. She was born with a uterine abnormality, and her uterine wall is very thin. If this pregnancy can’t be sustained, she might be unable to conceive again.”
My heart dropped. This child was her only chance… and the last thread tying us together.
“I understand.” I drew in a steady breath, my gaze sharpening with a determination I had never known before. “I’ll do everything in my power to protect her and our child.”
Lianne’s POV
My eyes fluttered open sluggishly, greeted by the harsh, sterile glare of a hospital ceiling.
Memories before the blackout crashed over me in a violent tide, the biting wind at the cemetery, swirling ashes dancing in the air, Tiana’s cruel smirk, the glint of that knife catching the light.
It all felt unbearably vivid, like a nightmare pressed too close, suffocating me with its weight.
I lifted a hand to my face, only to brush against the coarse, stubborn bandages wrapped around it.
“Lianne, you’re awake?”
The voice was familiar, carrying a slight tremor that betrayed its owner’s tension.
I turned my head and saw Ethan approach, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed. His eyes were bloodshot, dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and there was a worn, exhausted look about him I had never seen before.
His lips moved, as if asking about my condition, but a dull ringing filled my ears, like everything was muffled, and I could only watch his mouth form the words.
“What did you say?” I asked, only then realizing how hoarse my voice had become. Each movement of my throat sent a sharp sting through it.
A flash of pain crossed Ethan’s expression.
He quickly poured a glass of water, gently supporting the back of my head as he helped me take a few careful sips.
Then he leaned closer, speaking slowly near my ear.
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