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Brenda’s eyes were fixed on me, and she slowly, deliberately, uttered the rest of her sentence.
“When a pregnant woman has difficult labor, you find a horse, make it step on her belly a few times, and the baby will come right out.”
“Once the horse’s hoof falls, the baby will be delivered naturally!”
*Boom!* My mind went blank.
How could any sane person suggest something so monstrous?
She wanted to stomp us into a bloody pulp!
“No! No!”
I don’t know where the strength came from, but I violently propped myself up halfway on the bed, screaming hysterically with my raw, torn
throat.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
She scoffed, her smile laced with venom and malicious delight.
“It’s not up to you.”
Every word she spoke was like a death sentence.
“You’re carrying a child of the Blake family. How it’s born is our decision!”
No sooner had she finished speaking than she turned and walked out of the delivery room.
Soon after, Brenda returned with two burly men.
“Drag her out!” The two men nodded and started walking towards me, step by heavy step!
The nurse spread her arms, blocking them, her face pale.
“You’re trying to kill her!”
“She’s just given birth! She’ll die like this!”
I thrashed with all my limbs, but my meager strength was like trying to stop a bulldozer with my bare hands against two grown men.
One grabbed my arms, the other lifted my legs, and they brutally dragged me off the bed.
I was lifted and carried out like a sacrificial lamb, stripped of all dignity.
They carried me to the entrance of the clinic.
A crowd of curious villagers had gathered,
“What’s going on? Why are they carrying out the woman who’s giving birth?”
“Must be that her in–laws found out the baby isn’t theirs! Serves her right!”
“No wonder! She deserves it!” Brenda led a yellow ox, the very one that had pulled the cart bringing me here, from a short distance away.
She brought the ox in front of me, its snorting breath hot on my face.
Brenda’s wrinkled yet menacing face, her eyes glinting with undisguised malice.
“No horse? No problem.”
“An ox will do just fine!”
Waves of despair washed over me. Were my son and I destined to die, not even getting a whole body back?
What had I ever done wrong to deserve this?
Just then, I saw Blake standing at the clinic entrance.
I cried out as if clutching a lifeline.
“Blake! The child I’m carrying is your son! Do you really want me to be humiliated like this?”
“If I die, aren’t you afraid of what people will say about you?”
But my desperate screams only earned me Blake’s cold scoff.
“Who told you to fake difficult labor and lie? It’s good my mom gives you a lesson!”
At that, my eyes closed, and all hope vanished.
No one could save me now.
I only hated myself for choosing the wrong man, for dooming my son in two lifetimes.
Brenda led the ox closer, its foul–smelling saliva dripping onto my face.
She gave a chilling smirk: “It’ll be over soon. Just one stomp and the baby will come out smoothly!”
As Brenda cracked the whip, the ox lifted its hoof high, about to come down on my body!
In that split second, I heard a familiar voice!
“Stop!”
That voice…
“Skylar, is that you?”
I wrenched my eyes open and saw a familiar figure at the edge of the crowd.
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It was him.
It was Liam!
How was he here?
But he was pushing through the onlookers, walking towards me step by step.
It was real!
It really was him!
Like a drowning person grasping the only piece of driftwood, I reached out my hand to him with my last ounce of strength.
“Save me!”
“Liam, save me!”
Liam rushed to me in three strides.
