In that instant, I felt as though I could hear my heart shattering into pieces.
I bit the inside of my cheek and stared at Henry with unwavering intensity.
“I’m cold-blooded and heartless? Then who was I doing this for? If I wasn’t pregnant, I would’ve donated my blood!”
At the mention of the child, Henry stormed toward me in an instant. He towered over me with a vicious glare.
“You’re still using the baby as an excuse? It’s just a blood donation, not your life! Do you really think you’re that delicate? You think your baby can’t survive just because you donate blood?”
I could hardly believe these words came from my own husband’s mouth.
Stunned, I stared at him. My voice was weak. It was as if all my strength had drained away.
“Do you even realize I haven’t had a proper meal in six months? If I weren’t so malnourished, I wouldn’t have collapsed in the blood donation room.”
For a brief moment, a trace of guilt flickered in Henry’s eyes, but that guilt was quickly replaced by anger and resentment.
He reached out and tightly gripped my chin.
“If you weren’t pregnant and constantly causing trouble, I wouldn’t have had to take you to the hospital for a checkup, and Queenie wouldn’t have gotten into that car accident! You’re the one to blame for everything!”
My chin throbbed in pain as it turned red and bruised beneath his grip.
At that moment, I finally understood that he truly believed everything was my fault.
He thought I owed my younger sister, Queenie Reed.
But I was his wife, and I was carrying his child.
Yet, he would rather take Queenie shopping than accompany me to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.
A sudden laugh escaped me.
To Henry, it sounded as if I was mocking him and challenging his authority.
His expression twisted in rage, and he slapped me hard across the face. His eyes were filled with disgust.
“You’re the reason Queenie is at the hospital, and you still have the nerve to laugh? Stephanie Reed, I never realized how truly vicious you are. You absolutely disgust me.”
With that, he stormed out of the villa in anger.
I slowly raised my head and reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth.
It was fine.
Soon enough, he would know what it really felt like to have his heart shattered.
