Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 1

A bright flash of lightning lit up the dark sky in an instant, as if it wanted to split the sky wide open. The heavy rain outside the window came pouring down. Inside the window, illuminated by the flash of lightning, a hospital bed was being pushed into the delivery room.

The woman on the bed had a belly all rounded up.

It was unclear whether it was rainwater or sweat that had drenched the hair on her forehead, sticking them onto her skin. She was dressed in a white maternity gown, the blood between her legs was

shocking.

She was wheeled in with another pregnant woman.

What was surprising was, among the two pregnant women, there was only one man standing.

He was dressed in a dark gray suit, with an aura that made people dare not approach. His eyes were slightly squinted and his gaze was cold and icy. With such a cold gaze, his tension was hard to detect.

The doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed both pregnant women into the delivery room.

Some time had passed.

Suddenly, the delivery room door was pushed open from the inside, making a heavy sound.

The hospital director nervously approached, looking at the man’s back, and cautiously reported, “Mr. Hernandez, we are running low on blood. Both Ms. Bertha and your wife have the same blood type and we can only save one of the two babies. Would you like us to save your wife’s baby first, or…”

The doctor felt a chill down his spine, scared to finish his sentence under the intimidating presence of

the man, Kieran Hernandez.

Inside the delivery room, Kieran’s wife Joyce Abraham, who was doing her best to give birth, had already cried her strength out. However, the sound from outside the operating room was unusually clear. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Save Bertha Stewart,” Kieran’s icy voice rang out.

At that moment, Joyce distinctly felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest by him, the pain. was numbing. She was Kieran’s legitimate wife, but at this critical moment of life and death, she heard her husband say to save the child of his mistress.

By the time the doctor took the baby out of her body, Joyce was exhausted and completely lost consciousness, fainted.

When Joyce woke up again, the sky had cleared up.

The heavy rain from last night had given the city, Whispering Pines, a fresh makeover.

The sunshine outside the window poured sunshine through the thick leaves onto the hospital bed,

making the white sheets glaringly bright.

Lying on the bed, Joyce had a pale face and opened her painful eyes. Although the sunlight outside was glaring, she felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The memories of last night flooded into her mind like slides.

She suddenly sat up, clutching her own severely painful abdomen.

Her belly, which had been pregnant for seven months, had flattened overnight, as if it had never hurtured a life. The heart–wrenching pain from last night came back to Joyce.

Joyce looked at the maid not far away and hoarsely murmured, “Shannon, where’s my baby?”

Shannon was startled by the sound. Her eyes red, she came over, and held Joyce’s hand to comfort her, “Madam, you had a miscarriage last night…”

Before Shannon could finish her sentence, Joyce abruptly threw off the quilt.

The wound that had just been stitched up last night, under her sudden violent movement, tore open again. Fresh blood stained the white bandage, seeping out from the inside of her nightgown, forming a shocking sight.

The word ‘miscarriage‘ from Shannon’s mouth was like a handful of broken glass rubbed into her heart, causing extreme pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant and she once again grabbed Shannon’s hand frantically. With her pupils contracted, she looked like a lost soul as she shouted at Shannon, “Shannon, I want to see Kieran. Tell him to give my baby back! I beg you to ask him to give my baby back! I don’t want anything else, I just want my baby, I beg you…”

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Her voice turned into a plea at the end. However, all that answered Joyce was Shannon’s silent face.

The hospital room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, a heavy sound came in.

Joyce raised her head and looked towards the door.

Kieran walked in, dressed in a deep black suit. His steps were steady and his suit was smooth without a wrinkle. He stood in front of Joyce, looking down at her pathetic state.

Seeing Kieran, Joyce grasped his sleeve tightly like a lifesaver, asking him, “Kieran, where’s our baby? Tell me, our baby is still alive, isn’t he?”

Her voice had already become hoarse from crying, her sobbing voice was far from her normally pleasant

tone.

Looking at her pleading, a trace of slightly emotion finally crossed Kieran’s handsome face.

He was silent for a moment, looking at her expressionlessly, and said coldly, “our baby is dead.”

At that moment, Joyce’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out. The pain was extreme.

It was not until this moment that she realized that the child in her belly, her only relative, had really died

at the hands of the man she loved most. The love she had believed in for fourteen years, all her youth, was ruined on that stormy night.