Sadie Bailey’s friend was getting married, and even though I was pregnant, my boyfriend, Waylon Powell, insisted that I attend the wedding just because Sadie said it would be nice for me to see the ceremony and get prepared for my own wedding. During the wedding, the groom raised a toast. Sadie encouraged me to take a drink, saying, “Eloise, there are so many guests here. Just let loose a little!” I declined, and Sadie ended up drinking a glass on my behalf. I noticed Waylon’s expression darken suddenly. As the wedding festivities were winding down, Waylon pulled me aside, his voice tight with anger. “Why aren’t you playing along? Stop pretending!” He pinched my chin and forced me to drink half a bottle of wine before kicking me out of the room, claiming I was ruining the fun. I ended up vomiting all over the floor and blacked out by the roadside. When I woke up, I was naked, and my lower body was covered in blood. My child was gone, and I no longer wanted anything to do with Waylon. My entire body throbbed with pain. I felt cold and utterly drained. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was in an alley. A cold gust of wind swept through, causing me to shiver involuntarily. That was when it struck me—I was naked. Panic surged through me as I trembled in disbelief. I glanced down and saw bruises littering my skin. My lower body was smeared with blood. In an instant, fear gripped me. I touched my stomach—the child I had carried was lifeless now. He had even kicked me yesterday. I burst into tears and called an ambulance with all my strength before succumbing to exhaustion and passing out. When I opened my eyes again, I was on a stretcher in a hospital. Doctors and nurses rushed toward the operating room; their faces etched with sympathy. Upon seeing that I was awake, the doctor leaned in quickly. “Hello, you’re in critical condition and need immediate surgery. Has a family member arrived? They need to sign.” My lips were parched, and it took me a moment to find my voice. “No, I’ll sign myself.” The doctor nodded, quickly instructing the other staff to prepare for the operation. As the operating lights flickered on, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Waylon, how could you do this to me? Because of his promise of a grand wedding once he became successful, I devoted myself to him over the years and even had a child before marriage. And this was my reward? All those sacrifices were for nothing. The operation went smoothly, but when I opened my eyes, the doctor wore a look of regret. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Crawford, your child…” I shut my eyes, feeling a wave of sorrow. “I understand,” I croaked. Tears streamed down my face. Even though I had braced myself for this moment, the grief was overwhelming. The doctor and nurses rushed to comfort me, but their words were hollow. This child had meant everything to both Waylon and me. When he first learned I was pregnant, he had taken such good care of me. But after his memorable crush, Sadie, came back, everything changed within months. Feelings could shift so quickly. He disregarded my pregnancy and chose to get me drunk for Sadie’s sake. The doctor called the police after my incident. When I woke up, they showed me their badges and asked, “Ms. Crawford, do you remember where the incident occurred and where you woke up last night?” I briefly closed my eyes, grappling with a splitting headache, but managed to recall a few images and tentatively mentioned the street and the alley. As the officers left, I overheard one of the younger ones muttering in the hallway, “She drank while pregnant! She’s so reckless. Now, the baby is gone. She…” “Shut up! She’s the victim! Remember what I told you?” an older officer scolded, and their footsteps faded away. Infused with sadness, I deserved it. And I also deserved it for falling for a man like Waylon. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was Waylon. I answered the call, and he immediately questioned, “Eloise Crawford, where are you?”
When I fell silent, Waylon began to berate me. “I just let you have a little wine, and now you think you can just storm off in a huff? You’re pregnant and still out everywhere. Do you even care about me or this child?” I felt utterly drained and said slowly, “Waylon, so you knew I was pregnant. Why did you make me drink?” Waylon appeared taken aback by the hoarseness in my voice. Before he could respond, Sadie interjected, pretending to sound remorseful, “Eloise, I knew you left because of this. It’s all my fault. I thought your pregnancy was stable, so I suggested you have some wine. I didn’t expect…” Waylon cut her off with a sharp tone. “Sadie, this isn’t on you. It’s all Eloise’s fault. I’ve never seen a pregnant woman run off after just a little drinking. She’s too fragile!” His momentary concern for my weak voice vanished in an instant. As I listened to him, I felt calm, and my eyes grew vacant. Then, Waylon took the phone and commanded with a harsh tone, “Eloise, no matter where you are, get back here immediately and apologize to Sadie. She’s just a girl. How can she handle your cruelty?” She couldn’t handle it? Just a girl? I was actually six months younger than Sadie. I pondered for a moment, realizing it wasn’t about age—it was clear he no longer loved me. Waylon’s frustration grew as he noticed my silence. In all the years we’ve been together, this was probably the first time that I have been so ‘rebellious’ in his eyes, and it infuriated him. “Eloise! Are you deaf?” he shouted. Since Sadie returned, I have fought with him over his lack of attention. Every time we argued about Sadie, he accused me of being petty and maliciously speculating about their relationship. He would even storm out, slamming the door behind him. And Sadie’s Instagram would happen to have some provocative updates, which she clearly intended for me to see. “No,” I replied flatly. Moments later, Sadie sent me a short video of herself in revealing clothing, with someone showering in the bathroom. When I recognized it was Waylon instantly, she quickly deleted the message and followed up with a voice one: [Sorry, Eloise, I sent that by mistake. You didn’t see it, right?] I calmly listened to her feigned apology while thinking about her blatant provocation. I brought my phone close to my mouth and smiled, replying: [I saw it. Have fun.] Sadie didn’t reply, but I knew she had read my message. The operation and the emotional toll had left me completely exhausted. After a night’s rest, I was jolted awake the next day by a loud commotion. “Sir! You can’t come in! The patient needs to rest! Sir!” “I’m here to see my girlfriend! Which department are you from?” As I opened my eyes, I saw Waylon shoving the nurse aside and storming into the ward. His expression shifted from shock at my pale face to a sneer. “I was wondering where you disappeared to. Turns out you’re here!”
I frowned and was surprised at how he had managed to find me so quickly. Then it hit me—I had used his bank card to settle the hospital bill last night. Just then, I heard the sound of high heels clicking down the corridor. It was Sadie, stepping in with a flawless appearance and perfectly done makeup. Upon spotting me, she feigned concern, asking, “Eloise, what’s going on? Why didn’t you tell Waylon and me that you were admitted?” Before Sadie could finish her sentence, Waylon pulled her closer to him. He studied me for a moment. Perhaps it was the thick comforter that concealed the reality, and he scoffed, “Sadie, don’t bother with her. She’s just putting on a show. That pale face of hers is just a ploy to get my attention. She’s perfectly fine.” “Really, Waylon? But I think she…” Sadie acted surprised, with her expression kind yet insincere. Waylon looked at me with disdain, probably comparing me to Sadie and deciding I was even more vicious. “It can’t be alcohol poisoning. She used to be a good drinker. She can’t fool me.” I closed my eyes, recalling the early days of Waylon’s business when he had business dinners everywhere, and I accompanied him. I was never much of a drinker, but every time I saw those powerful bosses making things difficult and making him drink, I couldn’t help but take a few shots on his behalf. I would often end up vomiting in private, suffering countless nights of embarrassment and stomach pain. I never confessed to him. I didn’t want to add to his stress. I accepted that I had bad luck and had spent the past five years with a jerk. After this ordeal, I had learned my lesson. From now on, I was done having feelings for Waylon. “What’s your next act? Just wrap it up. Then let’s go home and stop embarrassing yourself here. So childish!” Waylon said dismissively. At that moment, a voice boomed from outside the door, “Who’s here?” I immediately realized that the earlier conflict must have prompted the nurse to go straight to the director. Waylon and Sadie froze momentarily, and he sneered, “Eloise, you even hired actors for this. Quite generous of you.” The director entered, visibly angry, and the nurse chimed in, “Actors? Who are you? Please leave and don’t disturb the patient. She just had an abortion yesterday and needs to rest!” “Yeah, right. Eloise, you should at least make your act more convincing…” Waylon scoffed, casting a casual glance at the director before turning back to me. Just as he was about to continue, he caught sight of the comforter I had lifted, revealing my flat belly. I cut him off coldly. “Waylon, is this convincing enough?” He paused, momentarily stunned, even caught mid-sentence with his mouth agape, looking ridiculous. In the next instant, his body shook with disbelief, and he finally panicked. “Eloise, did you have an abortion?”
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