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When I woke again, I found myself back in a familiar hospital room.
This time, however, it was a high–end private VIP ward, not the emergency room.
Dustin sat beside my bed, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.
When he saw I was awake, he quickly grabbed my hand, his voice filled with joy.
“Lyanna, you’re pregnant. We’re having a baby!”
Just then, the doctor entered, holding my test results.
“Ms. Faulkner, your health is not in good shape. You have severe hypoglycemia, anemia, and ymptoms of a threatened miscarriage,” the doctor said sternly.
“But don’t worry. If you stay in the hospital for a few days and rest properly, everything should
be fine.
The doctor spoke while flipping through my medical chart, but suddenly, his hand froze. He glanced at Dustin standing beside me.
“Ms. Faulkner, you’ve scheduled a miscarriage for tomorrow, is that correct?” the doctor
asked.
I nodded, and Dustin looked at me in shock.
“Lyanna, how could you terminate our baby?” he said, his voice full of disbelief.
“Doctor, cancel the surgery. I don’t agree!” he declared firmly.
I stared at him, my head pounding.
“Dustin, we’re not even married. You have no right to make decisions for me.”
He looked angry and panicked, a mix of rage and desperation. His helplessness stirred something bitter in me.
“Besides, how can you be sure the child is yours?” I challenged.
As expected, Dustin staggered as if struck by a huge blow.
I didn’t look at him anymore. I turned to the doctor and asked him to prepare for the surgery.
Soon, the consent form arrived.
I picked up the pen, ready to sign, but Dustin suddenly went mad. He slapped the pen from my hand.
*Lyanna, I know you’re angry,” he said urgently.
“I know I was wrong. I’ll change, I promise.
Can you please keep the baby?” he pleaded.
I looked at Dustin, my eyes completely devoid of emotion.
“Dustin, have you lost your memory? Your child is in Renata’s belly.”
I asked the nurse to pick up the pen for me. When Dustin saw I was unmoved, he cried.
Lyanna, I beg you, please don’t terminate the baby.
I love you. From now on, it will only be you. I won’t disappoint you again,” he swore.
His pleas were pitiful. I’d never seen him so humiliated in front of me.
It was like watching my former self, begging him without dignity, tail between my legs.
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It was like watching my former self, begging him without dignity, tail between my legs.
sighed deeply, then stood in front of him.
His face lit up with hope, but I bent down, picked up the pen, and said coldly, “Dustin, I don’t love you anymore.”
I ignored him and signed my name decisively on the consent form.
It was as though he had given up all hope. With a blank expression, he turned and ran out. The miscarriage procedure was arranged quickly. I changed into the surgical gown, preparing for the final steps.
But then, out of nowhere, Dustin stormed in, bringing Renata along with him.
“Lyanna, is it because of her that you’re not marrying me and want to terminate our baby? This b*tch is lying to you. She’s not pregnant! I never touched her!” he shouted, furious.
He shoved Renata forward, and she stumbled to the side of e smug, defiant look from earlier.
My bed. Her eyes no longer he
“Ms. Faulkner, I’m not pregnant. Mr. Lawson never slept with me. I’m not carrying his child! Please, help me! Dustin’s gone crazy! He wants to cut off my uterus!” she cried out in desp
