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I gritted my teeth, sinking into a pit of despair.
Had I been reborn only to watch myself and my child slide back into the tragic fate of my previous life? Just as the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a name pierced through the chaotic fog in my mind.
Liam.
My childhood sweetheart.
After I married Blake in my last life, I lost touch with Liam. I’d only vaguely heard he’d become the manager of the local general store.
He worked nearby. He could definitely help me.
I mustered my last ounce of strength, gripping the nurse’s cold, clammy hand.
“Nurse… please…” My voice was a ragged, desperate rasp, like sandpaper on stone. “Help me make a call. Get someone to bring me blood!”
But at that moment, Blake reappeared at the delivery room door.
His gaze, sharp as a razor, cut into me.
“Skylar, what are you playing at?”
“You still have the energy to talk. You’re not even in difficult labor. Why are you calling people?”
Every single word he uttered felt like a poisoned ice pick, a brutal stab to my heart.
My vision swam with black spots, and a tearing pain ripped through my lower body.
I bit down hard on my lip.
“Blake, the child I’m carrying… is *your* child too!”
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He scoffed, a chilling sneer twisting his lips.
“Precisely because it’s my child, I can’t let him be born into a lie.”
“You’re not in difficult labor at all. You just saw Ashley having complications and decided to fake it to make me pity you!”
I never imagined that Blake truly intended to abandon my child and me to our deaths!
Just then, the nurse cried out in a panic, “The patient really is in difficult labor! She needs a blood transfusion immediately, or the baby’s life will be in danger!”
Blake merely sneered.
“Oh, you’re good! You even bribed the nurse to trick me!”
“Tell me! How much did she pay you to put on this act with her?”
The nurse’s face went white. She struggled, crying, “Let go of me! Saving lives is urgent!”
Blake looked like he’d heard the funniest joke.
“Save her? What’s worth saving about a woman full of lies and a vicious heart?”
At that moment, Ashley’s sharp scream echoed from the next delivery room.
The coldness on his face instantly melted into anxious desperation, as if scorched by flames.
He didn’t even spare me another glance, turning and rushing into the room next door.
Before he left, he spoke to Brenda, his voice dark.
“Mom, stay here and watch her!”
“Let’s see how long she can keep up this act!”
His words, so casually tossed, felt like poisoned icicles, sealing shut the last sliver of hope I clung to.
My vision went black, and all the strength drained from my body in an instant, leaving me hollow.
I finally stopped struggling, stopped crying out.
Because I realized I had completely lost hope.
“No! The patient can’t hold on much longer!”
The nurse’s anxious voice pulled me back to a sliver of consciousness from the fog.
“If she doesn’t get blood soon, the baby will suffocate inside her!” A tearing pain ripped through me, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. For me, and far my child!
“Is this your family’s child or not? Are you going to just stand there and watch him die?”
Brenda’s shifty eyes swept coldly over my pathetic form on the bed, not a trace of compassion on her face.
A moment later, a chilling, twisted smile stretched across her face.
“Difficult labor, you say?”
“I have a folk remedy that works wonders.”
My heart clenched, and a terrifying premonition seized me, cold and relentless.
