8-Month-Pregnant, Strapped to a Drop Tower by Him

Chapter 4

He recoiled, covering his nose. "What is that smell? What the hell is Emily doing now?!"

The amusement park manager, sweat beading on his forehead, stepped aside, his voice low and hesitant. "Sir, maybe you should see for yourself..."

He revealed me, sprawled on the ground, covered by a white cloth, with a small bulge underneath.

James hesitated, his hand hovering between the two white sheets. His brow furrowed as he slowly approached, unsure.

I couldn't breathe, my heart pounding as I thought about what he was about to discover. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't look away. Despite everything, I had to witness it.

Finally, he reached for the smaller bundle.

The moment he lifted the cloth, a piercing cry echoed from behind.

"James, why the hell did you bring a dead cat here?!" Sophia's voice shrieked, and she buried herself in his arms.

James froze. His face twisted in panic for a moment before he seemed to snap out of it. Without a second thought, he kicked the small body aside.

"Get some stray dogs," he barked, the animals rushing forward, drawn by the scent of meat.

I screamed, desperate to stop them, but it was no use. I was just a soul now, my pain invisible, my struggles unheard.

What had I done to deserve this? What had my child done wrong?

I could barely focus as I watched the remains scattered across the ground. A flash of cold resentment flickered in Sophia's eyes.

"Stop pretending! Where the hell is Emily?!" she yelled, her voice dripping with venom.

James's fury boiled over. "Isn't it enough that you pushed Sophia to jump off a building? Now you're using a dead cat to scare her?! I never thought you could be so vicious!"

"Emily, isn't the child the most important thing to you?" His voice was ice cold. "If you don't show yourself now, after the baby's born, we'll divorce, and I'll make sure you never see your child again."

I dropped to my knees, laughing through my tears, the weight of it all crushing me.

Yes, my parents were gone. Yes, James had betrayed me. But this? The one thing I had left, the child I fought so hard for, was gone, taken by its own father.

And now, there wasn't even a trace left.

James... You will pay for this.

He screamed for me to come out, but there was nothing. No response.

Finally, the manager stepped forward, his face ashen, trembling. He carefully lifted the cloth from my body, his voice barely a whisper. "Sir, Mrs. Miller is here. As for the child... you just fed it to the stray dogs."

As the manager's words hit the air, the white cloth was fully removed, revealing everything.