02
“This pregnant lady isn’t so fortunate! Stuck with a bastard husband, what rotten luck.”
In the darkness, I managed a bitter smile. No one knew that the man embracing Vivian, repeatedly trying to kill me, was my husband.
And I could only watch helplessly as the man who had held me that morning, promising to pluck the stars from the sky for me, professed his love for Vivian again and again before the crowd.
The wild dogs inched closer to my throat. In my daze, I saw Death beckoning to me.
Just as I thought I was about to die, Vivian’s voice rang out from the stands:
“I’ve changed my mind. I want to play a new game.”
“Since she’s going to die anyway, darling, why don’t we guess…”
“The gender of her baby?”
Vivian’s malicious voice, amplified by the speakers, exploded in my ears.
Dominic’s brow furrowed. I thought he had remembered our promise.
For this hard–won child, he had once knelt and kowtowed nine times at the most spiritual temple.
He had obtained a blessed Buddhist bracelet for the baby, vowing not to commit any sins related to children.
The bracelet was still on Dominic’s wrist, but he lovingly stroked Vivian’s hair.
His voice dripped with honeyed poison: “Alright, whatever makes you happy!”
Through the blood–soaked hood, my blood froze inch by inch.
So when it came to Vivian, Dominic could abandon all his principles.
Next, I was dragged onto an operating table by ropes as thick as my wrists.
Vivian laughed mockingly as she lifted my mask, spitting in my face.
“What a shame. He didn’t even recognize you or keep his promise!”
Seeing me staring intently at her shoes through the gap, Vivian deliberately raised her foot to kick the operating table.
“See clearly? Your husband buys me all the same gifts as you! Once you’re dead, I’ll be the only one!”
“You don’t know, do you? Every night he said he was on a business trip, he was playing sexy card games with me.”
“When your father died on the operating table without a doctor, it was because my dog got sick. He gathered all the doctors to give it hospice care.”
With each sentence, my heart was stabbed with needles.
Finally, the dense pain crashed over me like a tidal wave, burying me completely.
The blood flowing from below was like a flood with the floodgates opened.
The doctor hesitated several times before making an incision on my abdomen. He looked at Dominic, who was striding
over:
“Mr. Dominic, this is far too risky. One wrong move and…”
Dominic’s eyes flashed with hesitation. Suddenly, Vivian cried out.
“Darling, this bitch scratched me! What if she has some infectious disease? Waaah…”
Under Dominic’s concerned gaze she removed her hand
The red marks she had scratched herself weren’t even bleeding, but Dominic was furious.
He slapped me hard across the face:
“How dare you hurt Vivian? Continue the procedure as planned. No anesthesia! I want to see how tough she really is!”
He stared at me coldly through the hood.
I stared at the three teeth that had been knocked out on the ground, my heart a wasteland.
Vivian leaned weakly against Dominic, meeting my gaze with undisguised smugness.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” The doctor put the anesthesia back on the tray and said quietly with sympathy:
“Don’t blame me. I’ll try to finish the surgery as quickly as possible to minimize your suffering.”
The moment the cold scalpel fell, my soul shook with pain.
I could no longer hold back my piercing screams. Amidst my wails, the Buddhist beads on Dominic’s wrist snapped one
by one.
He whipped his head around to look at me.
“That voice… it sounds just like Aria’s?”
