Chapter 16

Tara POV

Until today, that girl is still in my house, and I don't see any signs of her leaving anytime soon. It's almost as if she has taken my place in the house, and my husband allows her to do as she pleases.

Things that Chad banned me from doing in the house are what Sophie does the most. She sits so close to him when they eat, which I'm not allowed to do, and she sometimes wears Chad's clothes, which I'm not allowed to do. There was even a time I caught her scolding Chad for buying her the wrong colour of high heels on his way back from work. I don't even get to ask Chad for anything, and she gets to complain about getting the wrong colour of heels.

I wanted to shout at Chad every time he treated me like this, but somehow he always finds a way to make me feel guilty, and I end up feeling like a failure. 

Even when Sophie shouts at him, he vents his anger on me and even calls my child a mistake. Of course, I didn't let him off without a fight.

I groan and rub my belly when I feel the baby kick. I still think it's abnormal or early for a three-month-old baby to start kicking. When I told my doctor, she said it's a good sign, and when I told Chad, he just told me not to talk to him about my problem. I did feel bad that Chad doesn't care about the child in my womb. It's almost as if he doesn't want the child.

The baby kicks again.

"Ouch." I stood up on my feet and decided to take a walk in the garden. 

My stomach is now so huge that I'm unable to see my own feet, and the worst part is that my back aches as if I'm carrying watermelon. 

I hissed as I took slow steps down the stairs. I don't think I'll be able to walk in this condition, but I'll try. The moment I came down the stairs, I stopped to rest my back. 

"Do you need help, ma'am?" Claire said as she mopped the floor.

"No, it's fine, Claire, thanks," I said with a small smile. "Gosh," I winced in pain.

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'll manage." 

I decided to stay in the living room to rest. I wonder where Chad and Sophie are. Today is Sunday, and Chad doesn't go out on a Sunday. 

I heard giggling from Sophie as she came into the living room, laughing at something or someone on her phone. 

"I miss you. Come soon, Bea. I love you." She blew a kiss to the person on the phone and disconnected the call. 

So she has a boyfriend, and she's clinging to my husband. Whoever her boyfriend is, I'd like to see him and tell him to put his clingy girlfriend on a leash. Gosh, I'm upset.

Her gaze met my swollen belly, and her eyes met mine.

"Uh, why are you here? You know this is my spot," she said sassily.

"This is my house, where I can stay wherever I want," I snapped at her.

There was a time she told me not to disturb her in the garden, and I told her that that was my only place in the house. I don't like being disturbed, and it was my spot, and now she's retorting.

"For now," she simply said, and I didn't understand because of the pain in my tummy.

"What do you mean, Sophie?" I asked through my clenched teeth.

She shrugs nonchalantly, "Nothing. Just enjoy what you have before you lose it." She gave me a devilish smirk, and I felt like slapping it off her face.

I was about to snap at her, but I got uncomfortable sitting down, and I felt sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

"What the...ouch?" I struggled, stood up, and another episode of pain shot me again.

"Ugh, don't be a drama queen; keep it down, Elsa." I heard Sophi mock me, and I felt wetness in between my legs.

"C-claire!!" I shouted, and she rushed into the room. "Ah" 

Chad entered the room, and he rolled his eyes when he saw my condition. 

"Chad, please take me to the hospital!!" I shouted, and I saw him hug Sophie before he came to my side to support me with no rush.

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The nurses pushed me on a wheelbed, and I continuously shouted as the pain increased. I didn't even see Chad anymore.

"What's going on? Am I going to lose my child?" I worriedly asked as tears burned my eyes.

"Don't worry, Mrs.; you're going to be just fine. Just breathe," one of the nurses said.

"Please don't let my baby die," I said through my tears. My water isn't supposed to break just yet; it's only been four months.

"You need to calm down, Mrs.," another nurse said.

We entered a room, and they put an oxygen mask on my face as the nurse injected me, and I squeezed my face when I felt the needle pierce me.

"Where's my husband?" I asked with so much pain, and my vision started to get blurry, and I couldn't hear what the nurse said.

I saw Chad enter the room with a wild smile. I got a bad feeling immediately. Chad isn't the type to be happy when I'm around him. And why is he smiling? It's awfully strange.

I was too fazed to think about it before I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I could have sworn I heard a baby crying, but I couldn't open my eyes to see what was going on, and then I felt my consciousness fade away slowly.

"Please save my baby," I whispered, and I wasn't sure anyone heard me before I fell unconscious.