Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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But then her voice shifted, sickly sweet and syrupy. Whatever Quinn had said seemed to cool her temper. "Fine, I understand. You'll divorce her after the baby is born. That way, your grandfather won't raise a fuss," she cooed. "I'm not mad anymore. I know you're doing this for us—for our future."
She hung up with a satisfied smile, her demeanor smoothing out as she stood. Meanwhile, I stood frozen by the door, her words hammering into me like shards of ice.
Quinn had promised to divorce me. To be with her. Two years as his wife, and I hadn't managed to claim even the smallest piece of his heart.
Before I could fully process the sting, Diana stepped out of the room and spotted me instantly. Her expression didn't even flicker.
Her eyes darted to the takeout bag in my hand, and her lips curled into a smug, mocking smile. "Natalia," she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension, "have you really sunk this low? Running around town with a pregnant belly, picking up takeout for Quinn like some desperate errand girl?"
Her words were meant to cut, but I'd heard worse—and I'd been through worse. Diana's barbs didn't land anymore.
I lifted an eyebrow, letting a cold smirk play on my lips. "Not everyone can be like you, Miss Terell," I said evenly. "Throwing yourself at a married man's bed and calling it ambition."
Her face twisted for a split second, the brief crack in her facade enough to make me feel like I'd landed a direct hit.
"You—!" Diana's fists clenched, her voice rising with fury. "Natalia, you're shameless! Quinn hates you, and you still cling to him like a damn leech! Do you really think popping out a baby is gonna make him love you?"
I met her glare with a calm, icy smile, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Funny. I don't recall him complaining about my shamelessness when we were tangled up in bed."
"Natalia, you disgusting—!" she hissed, her eyes blazing like she wanted to claw me apart. Stepping closer, she leaned in, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Don't worry. I'll take very good care of your baby once it's mine."
Her words sent an icy chill racing down my spine, and before I could react, her hand suddenly shot out toward my belly. The panic hit me like a gut punch. In that split second, my only thought was that she was going to hurt my baby.
I didn't even register what I was doing until I shoved her away, the action driven purely by instinct. The takeout bag slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a crash, food spilling everywhere.
A server rushed over, alarmed. "Ma'am, are you okay?"
I barely registered the question, my focus locked on Diana. My hands clenched into fists as anger surged through me, white-hot and almost impossible to contain.
If it weren't for the baby, I might've slapped her smug face right then and there. But for my baby's sake, I couldn't risk anything.
I took a deep breath, my voice low and deadly calm. "Listen closely, Diana," I said, stepping closer. "I didn't become Mrs. Madden by accident. If you push me, I can end you without lifting a finger. Don't test me."
With Quinn's child growing inside me, I knew I could always turn to his grandfather.
Alex would never let someone like Diana stick around. I hadn't made that move yet—not because I was weak, but because I didn't want to risk Quinn hating me for it.
Diana's expression twisted into something darker, pure venom flooding her gaze as she glared at me.
I turned to leave, but before I could take a single step—
"Ah!" Diana's high-pitched scream echoed through the restaurant. She'd stepped on the scattered food, her heel slipping on the greasy floor. As she fell, her hand shot out and grabbed my arm, yanking me down with her.
Panic exploded in my chest as we crashed to the ground. The impact was sharp—sudden—and then a searing pain shot through my abdomen.
The loud, frantic voice of a server rang out, piercing the air. "Blood! There's blood everywhere! Someone call 911!"
I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. I looked down and felt my breath catch. Bright red blood was soaking through my dress, pooling between my legs, spreading across the floor in terrifying, rapid amounts.
She hung up with a satisfied smile, her demeanor smoothing out as she stood. Meanwhile, I stood frozen by the door, her words hammering into me like shards of ice.
Quinn had promised to divorce me. To be with her. Two years as his wife, and I hadn't managed to claim even the smallest piece of his heart.
Before I could fully process the sting, Diana stepped out of the room and spotted me instantly. Her expression didn't even flicker.
Her eyes darted to the takeout bag in my hand, and her lips curled into a smug, mocking smile. "Natalia," she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension, "have you really sunk this low? Running around town with a pregnant belly, picking up takeout for Quinn like some desperate errand girl?"
Her words were meant to cut, but I'd heard worse—and I'd been through worse. Diana's barbs didn't land anymore.
I lifted an eyebrow, letting a cold smirk play on my lips. "Not everyone can be like you, Miss Terell," I said evenly. "Throwing yourself at a married man's bed and calling it ambition."
Her face twisted for a split second, the brief crack in her facade enough to make me feel like I'd landed a direct hit.
"You—!" Diana's fists clenched, her voice rising with fury. "Natalia, you're shameless! Quinn hates you, and you still cling to him like a damn leech! Do you really think popping out a baby is gonna make him love you?"
I met her glare with a calm, icy smile, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Funny. I don't recall him complaining about my shamelessness when we were tangled up in bed."
"Natalia, you disgusting—!" she hissed, her eyes blazing like she wanted to claw me apart. Stepping closer, she leaned in, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Don't worry. I'll take very good care of your baby once it's mine."
Her words sent an icy chill racing down my spine, and before I could react, her hand suddenly shot out toward my belly. The panic hit me like a gut punch. In that split second, my only thought was that she was going to hurt my baby.
I didn't even register what I was doing until I shoved her away, the action driven purely by instinct. The takeout bag slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a crash, food spilling everywhere.
A server rushed over, alarmed. "Ma'am, are you okay?"
I barely registered the question, my focus locked on Diana. My hands clenched into fists as anger surged through me, white-hot and almost impossible to contain.
If it weren't for the baby, I might've slapped her smug face right then and there. But for my baby's sake, I couldn't risk anything.
I took a deep breath, my voice low and deadly calm. "Listen closely, Diana," I said, stepping closer. "I didn't become Mrs. Madden by accident. If you push me, I can end you without lifting a finger. Don't test me."
With Quinn's child growing inside me, I knew I could always turn to his grandfather.
Alex would never let someone like Diana stick around. I hadn't made that move yet—not because I was weak, but because I didn't want to risk Quinn hating me for it.
Diana's expression twisted into something darker, pure venom flooding her gaze as she glared at me.
I turned to leave, but before I could take a single step—
"Ah!" Diana's high-pitched scream echoed through the restaurant. She'd stepped on the scattered food, her heel slipping on the greasy floor. As she fell, her hand shot out and grabbed my arm, yanking me down with her.
Panic exploded in my chest as we crashed to the ground. The impact was sharp—sudden—and then a searing pain shot through my abdomen.
The loud, frantic voice of a server rang out, piercing the air. "Blood! There's blood everywhere! Someone call 911!"
I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. I looked down and felt my breath catch. Bright red blood was soaking through my dress, pooling between my legs, spreading across the floor in terrifying, rapid amounts.
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