Ex-husband, Get out!

Chapter 4

I struggled, desperate to break free.

"Logan! I'm really carrying our child. Please, I beg you. It took so much for me to conceive, I can't take the medicine!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with fear.

But no one seemed to care anymore. George grabbed my chin and forced the medicine into my mouth. It wasn't bitter, but it burned. The pain that followed was unbearable, rattling me to my core. It felt like an eternity before the bodyguards finally released me. I collapsed to the floor, weak and helpless, like a stagnant puddle by the side of the road.

Logan approached, his face unreadable. He lifted me up gently, placing me on an empty bed in the next room.

"Be a good girl and rest. No matter what happens, you're Mrs. Brooks, and you'll always be my one and only. The wedding is in three months. Rest up."

He kissed my forehead lightly before walking away with his entourage.

I lay there, numb, raising my hand to wipe away the spot where his lips had just touched. Suddenly, sharp pain ripped through my stomach. A gush of deep red blood soaked through my clothes. Before I could even process what was happening, everything went black.

Logan hadn't gone far when chaos erupted in the hallway. Doctors rushed into the room, pushing me out, my blood staining everything. As we passed, the prenatal report slipped from my pocket. George immediately picked it up, glancing at it. His voice was shaky.

"Mr. Brooks... she's really pregnant."

Logan's hands trembled as he took the report. It was soaked in blood, the paper still warm from my body. The only proof that our child had ever existed in this world. He stared at it, panic flickering across his face, but when the doctors left, there was nothing more to say. He just stood there, frozen, his mouth hanging open as if he wanted to ask something, anything, but couldn't find the words.

I woke up groggily in the hospital, disoriented. How long had Logan been sitting there? His face looked worn, the kind of exhaustion I'd never seen before, with dark stubble covering his chin.

"Fay, you're awake!" Logan's voice was filled with relief as he reached for my hand. I pulled away, my movements mechanical. Disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it, his expression neutral once more.

"This was my fault," he said, his voice softer now. "I spoke to the doctors. They said your body's just weak. You need to take care of yourself, and we can still have our child."

I couldn't hold back the bitter laughter that rose in my throat. He still thought I would fall into his arms, as I always did, no matter what he put me through. I placed a hand over my stomach, grief washing over me. My baby had survived a near-death experience only to be taken away by Logan. I'd lost it forever.

"Logan, we're already over. I'm not having a child with you," I said, my voice low, but firm.

Logan's eyes softened, and he leaned in, his voice almost pleading. "Fay, we haven't broken up. Our wedding is coming up. I've already invited the head of the orphanage where you grew up. She'll be so happy to see you on your wedding day."

I hesitated, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was using my orphanage director as a pawn. The director had been like a mother to me. She was nearly eighty, and I was her favorite. She was sickly, and if she found out my wedding was canceled, it would break her heart.

"Logan, are you even human? You just killed my child, and now you want to force me into marrying you?" I glared at him, wishing I could make him feel the pain he'd caused. But I was too weak. Just pulling away from his touch had drained me.

"I'll make it up to you about the child," Logan said quietly, guilt creeping into his voice.

At that moment, Rebecca, who had been eavesdropping outside, walked in, biting her lip. She glanced at Logan, and then at me, her expression tight with hesitation.

"Logan, there's something I've been thinking about. I think you should know… Fay was pregnant, but she never told you. Maybe the child she was carrying wasn't even yours, so she kept it a secret."

I remembered how Fay had disappeared for several days. Maybe during that time, she'd been with another man. Maybe she was trying to make you feel guilty, so you'd never leave her.

If Rebecca wasn't talking about me, I would have applauded her words. After all, the child was gone. There was no way to prove whose child it really was.

"Fay, is what Rebecca said true?" Logan asked, his voice colder now, as if he already had an answer in his heart.

I summoned every ounce of strength I had left, forcing a smile, the lie coming easily to my lips.

"Too bad… what she said is true. I'm carrying someone else's child."

It was the first time I'd ever lied for myself. And it felt so liberating, despite the hurt.

Logan's anger flared. He stormed out, dialing George's number in a fury.

"George, find out who Fay was with during her disappearance, and whose child she's carrying!"