I Raised His Dead Mistress's Twins - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

"Because she was an idiot. The second she heard you were in trouble, she ran out and took a loan without thinking twice."
"Zara, listen up—as long as I'm breathing, don't you dare dream of going back to the Bellamys. And forget about Theo!"
"You—!"
I could only stare at her, helpless.
Then, without warning, Mira collapsed to the floor, screaming in agony.
"Theo, my stomach—it's killing me!"
A dark red stain spread beneath her.
Theo bolted from his office, took one look at her on the ground, and backhanded me so hard my vision blurred.
"Zara, you heartless bitch!"
"If anything happens to Mira, I swear to God, I'll destroy you!"
At the hospital, Theo's eyes were wild, bloodshot—I'd never seen him so unhinged.
"Doctor, save her! I can't lose her!"
"Money's no object—just keep her alive!"
Watching him unravel, I finally asked the question I'd buried for years.
"Theo... aren't I your wife?"
"You accused me of pushing her. Did you even check the security cameras?"
Tears spilled down my face.
Theo froze—maybe because he'd never seen me cry like this.
Then he grabbed my throat.
"Cut the innocent act."
"The only reason I married you was to make Mira jealous. Did you really think I wanted you?"
A nurse burst through the door, frantic.
"Mira's family? We lost the baby, and she's hemorrhaging badly—she's critical!"
Theo didn't hesitate—he kicked me square in the stomach.
A hot rush of warmth trickled down my legs.
I touched it—blood.
"Theo..."
Clutching my stomach, I went ghostly pale.
"I think I'm pregnant. Please... get a doctor—"
He slapped me again.
"Still lying? Fine, let me spell it out."
"Those 'birth control' pills? I swapped them for abortion meds. Personally. You were never supposed to be more than a glorified babysitter."
"The doctor confirmed it years ago—your womb is worthless."
My breath left me.
So that's why I never got pregnant. He made sure of it.
I laughed—then sobbed.
"Anyone here with B-negative blood? Mira's crashing—we need donors now!"
The nurse's voice shook. Theo's gaze landed on me.
"You're B-negative, aren't you?"
"She is! Take her blood—take all of it!"
I grabbed his sleeve in horror.
"No! Theo, I'm pregnant! If you drain me, the baby will—"
The nurse noticed the blood pooling under me. "She can't donate—she's miscarrying!"
Theo cut her off with a raised hand. "She's faking. Draw the blood." He yanked a paper from his pocket.
"Organ donor form. I signed it as her husband. The hospital's not liable, no matter what."
"I'm Theo Arden. The only life I care about is in that operating room."
After a tense pause, the nurse relented.
"Get her in here—now!"
I was wrestled onto a gurney by three bodyguards.
"Stop! Let me go!"
White-hot pain tore through my abdomen. Sweat stung my eyes—until I saw my parents' faces.
Through the haze, I reached for them.
"Mom! Help me, please!"
Her answer was a vicious slap.
"You monster! How dare you hurt Mira? I'll never forgive you!"
My father glared down, icy.
"Those drugs made pregnancy impossible. And after attacking Mira? This is your punishment."
My heart shattered.
So they knew about the drugs all along.
By the fifth blood bag, I was fading in and out.
The twins watched from the doorway, faces like stone.
"A nanny stays a nanny. Did you really think you could replace our mom?"
Theo was screaming outside the OR like a man possessed.
"Mira, hold on! The second you pull through, we're getting married!"
"Everything belongs to Zane and Zayn!"
"Don't you leave me!"
Then—a shadow. My foster mother's face flickered in my vision.
"Mom...? Did you come to take me home?"
Mrs. Bellamy scoffed from the hall.
"Ugh, she's hallucinating about the dead again. Let's go—I don't need her bad luck."
The nurse cranked the blood pump higher.
My body convulsed. Fingers numb.
Then—BANG. The OR doors flew open.
A voice cut through the fog.
"Zara, stay with me! I'm getting you out of here!"