The spotlight burned on Dr. Julian Thorne, my mentor, as he claimed credit for my life's work.
I clutched a crumpled program, every clap of applause a slap, as he casually dismissed my contributions, citing my supposed "unpreparedness" for the pressure.
But his true betrayal was revealed as searing pain tore through me, and I collapsed, the world spinning into darkness.
I woke up in a luxurious clinic, Julian by my side, only to hear his chilling words: "There is no baby anymore, Anya."
He looked at me, cold and indifferent, calling our lost child a mere "complication," a "liability" clouding my judgment.