Chapter 634
The sickening words tumbling from Wyatt’s mouth didn’t surprise Marcia in the slightest.
She dug her nails into her palms. “But the doctor said my pregnancy is high-risk. Intimacy right now could cause a miscarriage.”
She had desperately hoped that no matter how twisted Wyatt was, he still possessed a shred of basic humanity.
Instead, Wyatt acted as if she had just told the funniest joke in the world. He casually reached out and flipped off the lights, letting out a dark, hollow laugh. “It’s not exactly a royal heir. If you lose it, you lose it.”
A suffocating wave of despair crashed over Marcia. Whether it was from the bone- deep chill in the room or sheer terror, her entire body began to violently tremble. She tried one last time to appeal to his conscience. “Wyatt, this is your baby I’m
carrying…”
Wyatt’s laughter only grew louder, the absolute disgust in his eyes cutting through the dark. “Who the hell knows whose bastard you’re actually carrying?”
Marcia’s eyes blew wide in sheer disbelief.
She could understand the Atwaters doubting her baby’s paternity, but the fact that this scarred monster was questioning it too pushed her over the edge.
Yet, in this very moment, she had absolutely zero leverage to fight back. She swallowed her pride and pleaded, “If you don’t believe me, you can order a blood test right now…”
“Shut up. I couldn’t care less about one kid.”
Before she could say another word, he pinned her roughly by the waist. There was no warmth, no buildup just raw, punishing force as he shoved her dress up and took what he wanted.
It was nothing but a brutal release of his own twisted rage and lust.
“Stop!”
Marcia arched her back, her muscles locking up. She couldn’t tell where the agonizing pain was coming from anymore.
It felt like her entire body was being ripped apart.
She pushed frantically at Wyatt’s chest, but he was an immovable wall. Tears streamed hotly down her face.
In the haze of her suffering, a memory from the orphanage violently resurfaced. She remembered bullying Elissa-how Elissa had looked so innocent, so confused, too terrified to even cry when she was wronged.
A suffocating, toxic wave of jealousy and resentment swallowed Marcia whole.
She hated this.
She hated how spectacularly unfair the world was.
She hated how the universe always seemed to bend backward for Elissa.
And what did she get?
Why was her only destiny to be degraded and destroyed by a monster like Wyatt!
Sooner or later, she was going to make that bitch pay…
Just as her face twisted into a mask of pure, ugly hatred, Wyatt suddenly swore violently and shoved himself off her. He glanced down between her legs, his expression twisting into sheer disgust. “Fuck!”
He truly hadn’t expected her to miscarry the second he touched her.
“What…”
Before Marcia could finish the sentence, a blinding, razor-sharp agony tore through her lower abdomen.
Something terrifyingly warm was already pooling and running down her thighs.
It was over.
Using the last ounce of her strength, she grabbed Wyatt’s arm. “Call… call an ambulance!”
“Are you out of your mind?”
Wyatt was already furious enough. “Shut the hell up. I’m not causing a scene. I’ll take you to the hospital myself.”
His father was already furious with him tonight.
If the entire family found out he had forced a miscarriage on his wedding night, the humiliation would completely destroy whatever standing he had left.
For the first time in what felt like forever Elissa slept peacefully through the night By the time she finally opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.
Golden rays of light filtered through the gap in the curtains. Curled up against Rowan’s chest, she closed her s happily, basking in the
warmth. “What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
Rowan tossed his phone onto the nightstand and pulled her tighter into his embrace. “Did you sleep well?”
She had slept for over ten hours-how could she not have?
Over the past few years, she had rarely experienced such a deep, unburdened sleep.
“I slept perfectly,” she said, nodding against him.
She started to roll out of bed and tugged at his arm. “Come on, get up. It’s almost time for lunch.”
She didn’t want to keep Janice waiting.
Even though the older woman was incredibly indulgent with her, Elissa didn’t want to push her luck and act like she owned the place.
Rowan didn’t let her pull him. He effortlessly sat up on his own,
dropping a quick reminder. “Tool net
it
easy You need to rest properly for
the next few days content
“Yes, Boss.”
Elissa smiled warmly at him.
After a solid night’s sleep and with the crushing weight of anxiety finally lifted, she
felt like a completely new person.
When they walked downstairs hand-in-hand for brunch, Janice took one look at Rowan and narrowed her eyes.
“Did you win the lottery or something?”
Rowan tried, and failed, to suppress the smug smile playing on his lips. “Is it really that obvious?”
Janice shot him a flat look. “You might as well have it tattooed on your forehead.”
Rowan arched an eyebrow, deciding to just drop the bombshell right there. “You’re going to be a great-grandmother.”
Last night, when Elissa had dropped the news on him, his brain had completely short-circuited.
The sheer, overwhelming surge of emotion that had exploded in his chest was something words couldn’t even touch.
It was a moment he knew he would remember until the day he died.
To his shock, Janice simply nodded and took a sip of her tea. “I know.”
She happily placed a steaming dumpling onto Elissa’s plate.
Rowan was speechless. “?”