The Sixth Baby Won’t Be His - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

The real fool here... is me. My phone buzzed with a notification—a reminder for my afternoon surgery. Gerrald caught a glimpse of it, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Honey, what surgery?"
I shoved my phone into my bag and forced a smile. "Just spam. Don't worry about it. I get you—I really do."
Pleased, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "That's my girl. Always so understanding. I'll go mingle with the guests, then come home early to be with you tonight."
I trailed behind him, my chest tight with dread. But instead of returning to the party, he veered toward the guest suites upstairs.
The door was slightly ajar. Inside, Lydia lounged in nothing but a sheer lace nightgown, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Gerrald, what took you so long? I've been waiting."
He hesitated, guilt flickering across his face. "Jenny's not feeling great. Maybe we should call it a night? We'll have plenty of time after the wedding—I should check on her first—"
Lydia looped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. "You're really going to leave me like this? It's been ages... Don't tell me you haven't missed me."
Her fingers traced his jaw as she whispered, "We're getting married soon. I want to give you a baby. Tonight, you don't have to hold back. As many times as you want... okay?"
Desire darkened his eyes. In an instant, his resolve shattered. He shoved her onto the bed, restraint forgotten.
The sounds that followed carved straight through me. I couldn't stay. I bolted, barely making it outside before collapsing onto the pavement, retching dry sobs into the night air.
Then—ice-cold wine drenched me. Lydia stood over me, smirking as she dropped the empty bottle.
"Jenny, what are you, some kind of breeding cow? Five dead babies and you're still popping them out?" She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Don't think I didn't notice. That was morning sickness. I am a doctor."
I froze.
Her lips curled in cruel amusement. "You actually think another pregnancy will make Gerrald love you? Pathetic. One word from me, and he'll rip this one from you too—just like the others. Face it. He's mine."
She pulled out her phone, shoving it in my face. My breath caught—photos of my lifeless children filled the screen.
"Beautiful, right? And guess what? The one in your belly? It'll end up just like them."
Rage blurred my vision. I lunged—but she was faster. Snatching a broken shard, she slashed her own palm.
Blood welled as she let out a theatrical scream. Gerrald came barreling toward us, his face twisting in fury when he saw Lydia's wound. He shoved me aside, cradling her.
"Jenny, what the hell?" he roared.
Lydia clung to him, sobbing. "I just wanted to invite her for a drink, but she—she said I stole you! Then she attacked me! Maybe... maybe she's unstable after losing all those babies..."
Gerrald turned to me, his gaze pure venom.
"I chose Lydia. If you have a problem, take it up with me. What gives you the right to hurt her?"
I opened my mouth—but his next words turned my blood to ice.
"Lydia's a doctor. Her hands save lives. And you dared to damage them? How sick are you, Jenny?"
His voice dripped with disgust.
"With a mother as heartless as you, no wonder your children were born dead. That's not tragedy—that's karma."