The Day His Secretary Broke His Heir - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Ethan stared at my flat stomach, his expression twisting in horror.
"A baby? We had a baby?"
For a moment, he stood completely still. Then, with a sudden roar of rage, he clutched his head and lunged at Victoria.
"You're dead!"
He tackled her to the ground, fists flying. Victoria couldn't defend herself.
"Mr. Blackwood, I've served you for five years! We've known each other for a decade! Haven't I suffered enough? You never told me you were married—I handled every woman who came after you!"
But Ethan didn't stop.
Blow after blow rained down until Victoria's face was unrecognizable. Blood pooled beneath her, teeth scattered across the floor.
Just before he could kill her, a doctor intervened.
"The noise is affecting her recovery."
That finally made Ethan stop.
Victoria, convulsing and twitching, was dragged away to the emergency room.
Ethan didn't follow. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, whispering apologies over and over.
The doctor delivered the final blow.
The beating had damaged my uterus. I would never conceive again.
My mind went blank.
I turned to Ethan slowly, forcing a smile. "He's lying, right?"
Ethan's eyes were red-rimmed. He gripped my hand. "We'll have children. I promise. We will."
Then he stormed out, face dark.
I spent a month in the hospital. Ethan visited daily, the scent of blood clinging to him growing stronger each time.
When I was strong enough, he brought every employee who had tormented me before me.
They trembled, dropping to their knees, begging.
Some slapped themselves. Others cut their own skin.
The fear in their eyes was delicious.
But I only stared out the window.
Autumn leaves fell.
My baby should have seen the first snow.
Then, one day, Ethan brought in a woman.
Sophia.
The only one who had defended me. Even when she pushed me, she saved my eyes.
I finally spoke. "She helped me."
Ethan's face lit up—I was talking about something other than the baby. He released her immediately.
"Call the police." My voice was steady. "I want them in prison."
Ethan frowned. "I can make them suffer worse."
I shook my head. "Police."
He gave in.
On my discharge day, Victoria appeared, clinging to Ethan's legs.
"Mr. Blackwood! After five years of loyalty, you'd discard me? I know all the company's secrets—don't push me!"
Ethan's fury flared, but I stopped him.
I whispered in his ear.
His anger faded into something colder.
I nodded.
Physical pain wasn't enough. Victoria would pay differently.
Everyone but her went to court. Light sentences—three years.
They thought they'd won.
They didn't know about the "special" guards waiting for them.
Victoria, however, remained untouched.
Ethan took her to the best doctors.
She was confused.
He stroked her hair. "You're my most capable assistant. Isabella can't have children—our family needs an heir."
Victoria's eyes gleamed with triumph.
Ethan's voice dropped, honey-sweet. "Recover quickly."
(Then face your punishment, he didn't say.)
She fell deeper into the trap.
Until she announced her pregnancy.
Ethan's smile was chilling. "A gift for you."
Victoria flushed. "Jewelry? A car?"
"A video."
Her excitement died when the screen lit up.
Herself.
With the filthiest, most repulsive beggars.
Dozens of them.
I stepped into view as Victoria retched.
Her scream was raw. "You! You did this! I should've killed you!"
She lunged.
Ethan blocked her, kicking her back.
She clutched her stomach, pleading. "Ethan! Don't you love me?"
His voice was ice. "There's only one woman I love. My wife."
Victoria shattered.
I waved.
The beggars from the video entered.
"You know what to do."
Their stench filled the room as they advanced.
I closed the door.
Her screams followed me.
For someone like Victoria, prison wasn't enough.
To break her, we had to destroy her dreams.
Let her believe she'd won.
Let her think she carried Ethan's child.
Then rip it all away.
The baby's father? Unimportant. With so many candidates, one was bound to be right.
I touched my empty stomach and looked up at the sky.
"Rest now, my love. It's done."
The End.