8-Month Pregnant, Hubby Demands I Cook His Birthday Feast

Chapter 9

After confirming my departure date with my parents, they promised to pick me up at the airport. Their words warmed me like a blanket, easing the chill in the sterile hospital room. At least there was some comfort in knowing I wasn’t completely alone.

As I lay there, the nurse came in to change my bandages. After a few minutes of silence, her curiosity got the best of her. “Miss London, what’s your relationship with Mr. Irvine? He’s been in and out of your room all day, carrying around your wedding photo. But… he’s also been arguing with another woman down the hall…”

I forced a weak smile, doing my best to hide the turmoil brewing inside me. “Oh, that? It’s just a photo from a modeling gig I did a while ago. We’re just colleagues, nothing more.”

I didn’t want to sound like a fool to a stranger. Maybe it was my last bit of pride kicking in, but I lied easily—too easily. I wasn’t sure when I’d become someone who could lie without a second thought. I used to despise people like that.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of uneasy sleep, but through the haze, I faintly heard Theo arguing with a doctor in the hall.

“My wife lost our baby here! You’re responsible! Why didn’t anyone notice? She could’ve been saved, and now my wife is fighting for her life because of your negligence!”

The doctor’s voice was calm, but sharp. “Sir, please calm down. The procedure was scheduled by the patient herself. Even without the fall, the baby couldn’t have been saved.”

Theo didn’t seem to care. “And what about when she fell? A staff member saw her being pushed down the stairs. You can check the surveillance footage if you want to prove me wrong.”

I tensed when I heard the door creak open. In the dim light, Theo’s figure appeared, his expression unreadable. His gaze fell on me, and it stirred up a mess of emotions inside me—anger, betrayal, confusion.

He came closer, gently adjusting my blanket, and closed the curtains, casting the room in shadows.

“Amy… I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

The next morning, when I woke up, he was gone. The only trace of him was the steaming bowl of porridge left on the bedside table. I had the nurse throw it away and ordered something else from the hospital.

The nurse lingered for a moment before speaking up. “You don’t know yet, do you? Mr. Irvine—he called the police this morning. Someone from the hospital got arrested.”

“Arrested? Who?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“The person who pushed you down the stairs,” she replied.

I pulled out my phone and checked the news. Sure enough, the headlines were full of Jenny’s face—twisted, desperate, and stripped of the perfect image she’d tried to maintain. She had been exposed for what she truly was.

The comments online were savage, calling her actions attempted murder. It seemed like she’d be facing some serious consequences.

But as I read the reports, I felt… nothing. No anger. No relief. Just numb. Even if she paid for her actions with her life, it wouldn’t bring my child back.

I had made the decision to have the procedure, but being forced into it by that fall, knowing it wasn’t my choice, felt like a betrayal in itself.

I wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t want it. But I’d been pushed into it, driven by Theo’s indifference and his endless favoritism for Jenny.

The nurse seemed disappointed by my lack of reaction. She placed my breakfast on the table and left without another word.

I powered off my phone and pushed it aside. Eating alone, I let the silence settle in.

Not long after, Theo rushed back to the hospital. He didn’t say anything. He just silently went about tending to the things I couldn’t do for myself, like he was trying to make up for everything without actually saying a word.