Pregnant & Used, Until I Destroyed Him - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Julian's smile vanished when his phone vibrated. Sam's voice blared through the speaker, shattering the quiet. "Julian, get here now! Anne collapsed on her way over. We need someone to cover the hospital bills."
Without thinking, Julian snatched our shared savings card from the nightstand.
"Have you lost your damn mind?" I stepped in front of him, blood boiling. "You're stealing our baby's fund for Anne?"
His eyes turned stormy as he shoved past me. "Grow up, Scarlett. This is life or death, and you're worried about money? Stop being so goddamn selfish!"
I pounded my fists against his chest, but he overpowered me easily, dragging me through the doorway. "Selfish? She's your childhood sweetheart, not mine! Why should I pay for her mistakes?"
Something in my words triggered him. He pushed me hard—like a predator attacking its prey.
The broken glass from earlier still littered the floor. My exhausted body crashed onto the shards. White-hot pain exploded through me as I lifted my arms to see them crisscrossed with bloody cuts.
Julian was already gone. Didn't even glance back.
Vision swimming, I managed to dial 911 before darkness swallowed me. In that hazy space between consciousness, I dreamed of the boy he used to be—the one who hiked with me to that little hillside chapel.
Kneeling beside me with clasped hands, his voice rang clear: "I'll protect Scarlett forever. If I ever break this promise, let the devil take me."
I woke to an empty hospital room, the digital clock glowing 2:47 AM. A nurse brought water, helping me sit up. She clicked her tongue at my bandages. "Honey, you just had a miscarriage. Now this? Your body needs time to heal."
I let the acid truth burn my throat.
After she left, I checked my phone. Sam's post glared at me: "Only Julian truly cares about Anne." The attached photo showed Julian on a hospital bed with Anne's head in his lap, both grinning like idiots. Perfect match—the cheating bastard and his homewrecking soulmate.
The pain in my chest turned to ice. They weren't worth my tears.
A quick banking app check confirmed my $14,000 emergency fund remained untouched. With steady fingers, I transferred every cent.
Our marriage had died with our baby.
The phone rang twice before Lily answered. "Scarlett? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"About that transfer to headquarters..." My voice sounded foreign to me. "Is the offer still open?"
A week ago, I'd turned down the promotion—didn't want to leave Julian. Now? Nothing tied me here.
"But your pregnancy—"
"I lost the baby." The words tasted like ash. "I need to work."
Silence. Then: "Take seven days. Then report to corporate." Her voice softened. "I'm so sorry, Scarlett."
"Thank you." The tears came then—not for Julian, but for myself. For the fresh start waiting 1,200 miles away.
Without thinking, Julian snatched our shared savings card from the nightstand.
"Have you lost your damn mind?" I stepped in front of him, blood boiling. "You're stealing our baby's fund for Anne?"
His eyes turned stormy as he shoved past me. "Grow up, Scarlett. This is life or death, and you're worried about money? Stop being so goddamn selfish!"
I pounded my fists against his chest, but he overpowered me easily, dragging me through the doorway. "Selfish? She's your childhood sweetheart, not mine! Why should I pay for her mistakes?"
Something in my words triggered him. He pushed me hard—like a predator attacking its prey.
The broken glass from earlier still littered the floor. My exhausted body crashed onto the shards. White-hot pain exploded through me as I lifted my arms to see them crisscrossed with bloody cuts.
Julian was already gone. Didn't even glance back.
Vision swimming, I managed to dial 911 before darkness swallowed me. In that hazy space between consciousness, I dreamed of the boy he used to be—the one who hiked with me to that little hillside chapel.
Kneeling beside me with clasped hands, his voice rang clear: "I'll protect Scarlett forever. If I ever break this promise, let the devil take me."
I woke to an empty hospital room, the digital clock glowing 2:47 AM. A nurse brought water, helping me sit up. She clicked her tongue at my bandages. "Honey, you just had a miscarriage. Now this? Your body needs time to heal."
I let the acid truth burn my throat.
After she left, I checked my phone. Sam's post glared at me: "Only Julian truly cares about Anne." The attached photo showed Julian on a hospital bed with Anne's head in his lap, both grinning like idiots. Perfect match—the cheating bastard and his homewrecking soulmate.
The pain in my chest turned to ice. They weren't worth my tears.
A quick banking app check confirmed my $14,000 emergency fund remained untouched. With steady fingers, I transferred every cent.
Our marriage had died with our baby.
The phone rang twice before Lily answered. "Scarlett? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"About that transfer to headquarters..." My voice sounded foreign to me. "Is the offer still open?"
A week ago, I'd turned down the promotion—didn't want to leave Julian. Now? Nothing tied me here.
"But your pregnancy—"
"I lost the baby." The words tasted like ash. "I need to work."
Silence. Then: "Take seven days. Then report to corporate." Her voice softened. "I'm so sorry, Scarlett."
"Thank you." The tears came then—not for Julian, but for myself. For the fresh start waiting 1,200 miles away.
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