As my mother personally wrapped her wounds, my husband ruffled Alice’s head and comforted her gently. “With Mom’s skills, you don’t need to worry about having any scars. Once Vanessa gives birth to the children, I’ll divorce her and bring one of the babies for you, as we discussed before. That way, you won’t have to go through the pain of giving birth yourself.”
My mind immediately became filled with white noise.
“Did he marry me just because he wanted me to get pregnant for the sake of Alice, just because she didn’t want to endure the pain? Am I nothing more than a mere baby-making tool?”
At that moment, my mother smiled and said, “I told you before that Vanessa should bear a child for Alice. It’s fortunate that she’s carrying twins. It’s what she owed Alice in the first place.”
I felt a pang in my chest as I turned to look at my mother.
There was no grief greater than despair.
When Liam pursued me, he had been so attentive that I once believed he was my true love. Yet, little did I know that he would whisper Alice’s name on our wedding night.
At that moment, I was furious yet utterly powerless. My mother refused to let me divorce him and forced me to watch as my husband cared for another woman.
Initially, I didn’t want to get pregnant since I was afraid of the pain. Plus, my husband didn’t love me either. Oddly, they suddenly showered me with affection one day. My mother coaxed me gently, saying that she wanted to become a grandmother. Just like that, I let my guard down and agreed to it.
Only now did I know that she did all of those just for Alice.
“Hey.” My father called out with hesitation. “Shouldn’t we check on Vanessa? She’s still pregnant.”
The smile on my mother’s face vanished the very next second. Then, she dialed my number in annoyance.
On the other hand, a nurse handed the phone to my dying body, and I could feel the rage in my mother’s voice as she shouted, “Vanessa! I want you to apologize to Alice this instant!”
However, I couldn’t respond. After all, I was already on the brink of death.
The nurse, unable to contain her disapproval, sighed and said, “Dr. Miranda, Ms. Tyson had a miscarriage. She is dying.”
“Impossible!” I heard my husband, Liam, who was a renowned obstetrician, declare with certainty. “She’s eight days from her due date. Tell her to stop with the act and apologize to Alice immediately.”
It was true that I was still eight days from my due date. Regardless, things changed since I had shielded Alice from the crash.
Yet I could say nothing. All I could do was watch as my mother cursed and hung up the phone.
It was at that very moment that I finally gave up.
As the nurse’s urgent calls faded away into the distance, I realized I was truly dead.
My soul was now tethered to my mother’s side. All I could do was watch them being happy together, utterly devastated.
