He Thought I Cheated, Beat Me Until I Lost Our Baby, Then Learned It Was His

Chapter 5

When I opened them again, I was in the hospital operating room.

Several doctors in surgical gowns were cleaning up. I saw a nurse picking up the embryo from a tray and putting it into a yellow plastic bag.

She seemed to be preparing to throw it away.

Using all my strength, I called out.

"Don't throw it away."

Everyone turned to look at me.

The doctor who performed my surgery spoke, "Ms. Sinclair, your child is gone. According to regulations, we need to dispose of the embryo."

Although I had expected this, I was still overwhelmed by an immense sense of despair.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

I begged them, "I want to see it one last time, please."

At the doctor's signal, the nurse took the embryo out again.

The embryo was two months along and had already taken a rough human shape.

It lay there, curled up quietly.

My child.

This was the child I had waited seven years for.

I burst into tears.

The doctor comforted me, saying I could have another child in the future.

I wanted to keep the embryo, but the doctor said it was considered medical waste and couldn't be taken away.

When I left the operating room, I saw my dad.

After telling him about this, my dad told the doctor it was evidence, and the doctor gave it to us.

I asked my dad, "How's mom? Is she okay?"

"Your mom is fine. Just some surface wounds. She fainted because of high blood pressure," my dad said, looking like he had aged several years in a day. He smiled at me and told me to rest well. "When you're better, I'll take you to see your mom."

I then asked, "What about Connor?"

My dad said, "We've detained him. When you've recovered, we'll deal with him then. At that time, we'll settle the score for both you and your mom. Don't worry, he's definitely going to jail."

I nodded.

Thinking about what happened today, I couldn't help but feel sad.

After a few days in the hospital, my dad took me, along with various documents, to the police station.

A few days of detention had made Connor look haggard.

He sat there, his face covered in bruises.

Seeing me, his eyes lit up.

"Emma, quick, tell them to let me go."

A nearby police officer sneered, "You beat someone, and you still want to go free? This is intentional injury. You're going to jail."

"Intentional injury." Hearing these words, Connor's mouth curved into a smile. "This can only be considered domestic violence, right? If domestic violence leads to jail time, then what about Emma's adultery?"

Hearing this, my dad spoke up, "Who committed adultery?"

Connor said, "Uncle, you don't know yet, do you? Emma, this slut, has been sleeping with a guy named Mark."

My dad slapped him hard, "You're the fucking slut. Emma never had anything to do with Mark. The one who had an affair with Mark was your mother."

"What nonsense are you talking?" Connor looked up in disbelief, staring hard at my dad.

"It's not nonsense at all." One of my dad's junior officers took out a tablet and played a video.

It turned out that a few days ago, Mark's wife had gone to confront Mark about his mistress, and they ended up fighting at the police station.

My dad happened to be the one mediating this case.

After investigation, it was revealed that Mark's affair partner was none other than Pamela.

They had been involved since Connor was in college.

That's why Mark always called himself Connor's father.

Ironically, when Connor was beating me, Pamela was begging my dad not to tell Connor about this.

My dad had just agreed when he received a call from our neighbor.

Seeing the video of Mark admitting his affair partner was Pamela, and Pamela begging my dad on the side, Connor's face grew darker and darker. He clenched his fists and slammed them on the table.