Married to My Baby's Killer - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

"Ace, I think I twisted my ankle just now. It hurts so bad," Estelle whined, her lips puckered in an exaggerated pout.
Vincent didn't hesitate. Without so much as a glance in my direction, he scooped her up in a princess carry and strode straight upstairs to the bedroom, leaving me standing there like an afterthought.
Meanwhile, Vicky shot me a withering glare.
"Not only are you barren, but you can't even hold onto a man. If Ken hadn't married Elle first, do you honestly think my son would've ever settled for you? How dare you sit at my table? Get out of my sight—you're ruining my appetite just by existing," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.
I'd always known Vicky despised me.
To her, I was nothing more than Kenneth's castoff—the desperate woman who'd clung to her son and made a fool of him. And after all my miscarriages? Her contempt only festered.
Because she was Vincent's mother, I'd forced myself to believe it was my fault—that I deserved her cruelty for failing to carry a child. I swallowed every insult, every dig, especially when Vincent would step in to defend me.
I endured it all.
But right now? Vincent was so consumed with Estelle that he'd forgotten I even existed.
For a fleeting second, I considered calling out the truth—but what was the point? I'd already made up my mind to leave.
Silently, I retreated upstairs, my heart heavy. That's when I noticed Estelle's bedroom door—left slightly ajar.
Something pulled me closer.
What I saw turned my blood to ice: Estelle, her clothes disheveled, sprawled beneath Vincent as he moved over her.
"Vincent, you're still the one who cares for me most," she gasped. "Ken can't have children, and if Judith ever gives birth, he'll lose the company. If that happens… I don't know how much I'll suffer."
Vincent's breath came in ragged bursts, his eyes dark with hunger. "Is Kenneth treating you right? Has he hurt you?"
"Since I got pregnant, he's treated me like a queen. He washes my feet, dotes on me, and—" she let out a breathy moan, "—he's been so much more attentive in bed."
Vincent's expression twisted with bitterness. "As long as he treats you well… as long as you're happy… then I have no regrets."
"Ken, you've done so much for me. I can't marry you, but tonight… I'm yours."
Vincent lost all control, their bodies crashing together with reckless abandon.
I never knew the cold, composed Vincent could unravel like this.
Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled back to my room.
He never came back that night.
The next morning, Vincent met my gaze with hollow guilt.
"Jude, I meant to come back to you, but Mom kept me up all night talking. I couldn't get away."
I didn't call him out. Just turned toward the door, waiting.
Then—splash.
A bucket of rancid scraps drenched me from head to toe.
Estelle stood there, gripping the empty bucket, her smirk triumphant.
"Enjoy the show last night, Judith? Watching Vince lose himself in me?"
So. She'd left the door open on purpose.
"Miscarriages must've been agony," she taunted. "But don't worry—you'll never have to suffer through that again. You're barren now."
"And if you ever dared get pregnant again? I'd make sure you regretted it. You won't steal my place as Mrs. CEO of Long Enterprises."
"For me, Vince gave up his inheritance. For me, he got me pregnant. And those babies you lost?" Her grin turned grotesque. "They became my… little health supplements."
My breath seized. "What did you just say?"
Estelle laughed, sharp and cruel. "Oh, you didn't know? Every time you miscarried, Vince told you the baby was buried—but he never let you see it, did he? That's because I had him hide the truth. Eating them… does wonders for my complexion."
The world shattered.
Disbelief. Rage. Despair—all crashing down at once.
That's why Vincent never let me see them?
All of it… for her?
Estelle's laughter echoed, merciless and bright.