Chapter 3
A woman with porcelain skin and a killer figure walked through the door, her cheeks still flushed.
Reed froze when he saw me, then scrambled to explain. “Summer, she…”
“She saved my life when I got jumped the other day.” He paused, avoiding my eyes. “She’s… she’s pregnant with my kid. I can’t just leave her out on the street. Don’t worry though–once the baby’s born, you can raise it. She won’t be a threat to your position or anything.”
I swallowed the urge to puke and nodded calmly. “Got it.”
Reed visibly relaxed and turned to the staff. “Take good care of Miss Winters.”
The next few days passed quietly on the surface.
Until one dinner when Grace insisted on serving me food.
I pushed her hand away, irritated. “Don’t touch me.”
She pulled back her chopsticks, a twisted smile playing at her lips.
Suddenly, she started foaming at the mouth, screaming, “Almonds! There are almonds in this! I can’t have almonds! My baby!”
The housekeeper dropped to her knees, terrified. “Mr. Sterling, I followed Miss Winters‘ dietary restrictions exactly! There are absolutely no almonds!”
Grace pointed at me, completely hysterical. “It was HER! She’s trying to KILL my baby!”
“I didn’t do anything,” I said coldly.
Reed’s eyes turned to ice as he scooped Grace up and rushed toward the hospital.
They came back late that night.
Grace looked deathly pale, and Reed’s voice was arctic. “Summer, you’ve crossed the line! If something had happened to her, that would’ve been two lives!”
My heart twisted with pain.
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My Husband Cloned His Ex’s Dead Baby Into My Womb
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Grace spoke weakly, “Mrs. Sterling, I know it hurts that you can’t have children, but this baby is
innocent…”
I just laughed bitterly, staying silent.
Reed suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Apologize!”
“I DIDN’T do anything!” I struggled against his grip.
Grace conveniently started coughing violently.
The fury in Reed’s eyes blazed hotter. “Fine. Since you won’t admit you’re wrong…”
He dragged me roughly out to the courtyard.
The bodyguards forced me to the ground as a bowl of shrimp was placed in front of me.
“Since you won’t apologize…” Reed’s voice carried cruel tenderness. “Try some of this.”
Scalding hot shrimp was shoved into my mouth. I choked, tears streaming down my face as red welts erupted across my skin and my breathing became labored.
“Apologize!” he barked, his eyes full of disgust.
I stubbornly turned my face away, clenching my jaw tight.
The suffocating feeling intensified until I finally collapsed, convulsing as I lost consciousness.
He knew better than anyone that I was severely allergic to seafood–that it could literally kill me.
I blacked out completely.
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