Spectacular Comeback Of The Abandoned Pregnant Wife

linoleum. "That downward red arrow indicates a severe risk of miscarriage. You need to see the attending speci

r fingers curled around the freshly printed lab sheet, crinkling the edges. Beneath the thin cashmere of he

lump of fear in her throat, she reached into her designer handbag with a trembling hand and pulled out

till no answer. Panic began to flutter in her chest like a trapped bird. Please pick up, Clifton. Just

hed out, tears of reli

ng, stop calling!" a childish, incredibly impatient

eer shock of a child answering her husband's private phone, a familiar, deep voice came through the line. It was

the phone to Daddy," C

another woman's voice chimed in. It was Jacquelyn Vance, Adaline's ol

" Jacquelyn said, her voice dripping with coquettish

orld," Clifton replied, his voice

e suddenly remembered the nurse's grave warning about the severe risk of miscarriage, but her fingers were locked around the phone in a death grip. Like a masochist, she couldn't bring herself

into something almost pleading. "When will you finally agree to marry m

yn whined playfully. "You alread

he mentioned Adaline, his voice turned as cold and sharp as a guillotine blade. "She is nothing but a useless trophy, a low

The three years of hidden marriage, the fact that he never gave her a wedding, never introduced her to his friends, never touched h

n months ago at the hotel, I deliberately arranged for a disgusting, bankrupt, ugly old merchant to go into her suite. Who w

ncharacteristically taken her to a business dinner. She had been so full of hope, thinking he was finally accepting her. But she was inexplicably forced to drink heavily. When she woke up,

quiet, but the overwhelming, suffocating grief was too much. A broken,

other end of the lin

n, without a single word of explanation

Beep

uptly, merciless

bling fingers and clattered onto the freezing hospital floor. The adrenaline that had been keeping her

slip. But Adaline barely registered the physical agony. The betrayal was a rusty blade twisting relentlessly in her chest, carving out her soul. The husband she had loved with all her heart, and the older sister she

espair gripped her throat. Shaking uncontrollably, she tried to reach for the

into a gray haze, the heavy doors of t

urgical scrubs striding toward her. Above his sharp jawline, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses caught the harsh glare of the lights. His figure look

," she w