Chapter 2
At this moment, for the sake of my unborn child, I could no longer care about anything else. I turned and knelt on the ground, barking “woof woof” twice, my voice trembling as I said, “I’m a promiscuous bitch.”
Amy Martinez leaned down to look at me, a smug smile curling at her lips.
“Elizabeth, when I knelt before you begging you not to marry Dylan, did you ever imagine you’d end up like this?”
Back then, Amy had come begging, claiming she and her brother were deeply in love, demanding I break off the engagement.
The marriage alliance between the Shen and Martinez families was decided by our elders, tied to count- less business interests. If I backed out, all blame would fall on me, dragging the Shen family down with it. So I refused her.
I never expected she’d hold onto that grudge until today.
Now, I had no heart to rehash the past with her. I looked up at them pleading, “Please, call an ambu- lance for me.”
Dylan Martinez stomped hard on my back. “Elizabeth, you truly are pathetic! You’d do anything for this bastard child!”
I was crushed flat against the floor, my belly slamming into the unyielding tiles. A burning pain spread through my abdomen.
“You promised… you’d spare my child…’
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Amy’s tone was lazy. “I said I’d spare your child. Dylan never agreed to that!”
“You used this bastard in your belly to swindle the Martinez family under my name! Don’t even dream I’ll let you off!” Dylan snarled.
He delivered a vicious kick to my stomach. Excruciating cramps seized my lower abdomen, and bright red blood gushed down my thighs.
Feeling the life in my womb fading, despair washed over me. My gaze locked onto them with bone- deep hatred.
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“Dylan Martinez! Amy Martinez! You’ll regret this!”
Amy stood beside Dylan, venom in her eyes. “Dylan, this wretch still refuses to repent. Seems she has- n’t learned her lesson enough!”
A cold sneer twisted Dylan’s lips. “Let’s see who makes whom regret it first! Amy, fetch a rope.”
Amy understood instantly. She retrieved a rope from the living room and strode toward me.
Dragging my bleeding lower half, I scrambled backward, terror flooding my eyes. “What are you do- ing?”
Their faces answered me-pure, exhilarated malice.
They bound my hands and feet together with the rope, then dragged me from the house. A long trail of blood smeared the floor behind me.
At the pool’s edge, Dylan kicked me into the water. Bound and helpless, I sank like a stone to the bot-
tom.
Water sealed my mouth and nose. Suffocation clawed at me. Just as I thought death had me…
Dylan yanked the rope, hauling me gasping from the pool. “Elizabeth, do you admit your wrongs? Will you dare cuckold me again?”
I gulped air desperately, but felt labor pains sinking deeper within me.
I remembered from prenatal classes with Raymond-this meant I was going into premature labor.
Though I knew my baby’s chance of survival was slim, I couldn’t give up this last shred of hope.
I pleaded with Dylan again, “I know I was wrong, I won’t do it again, please spare me and the child.”
“I’m about to give birth, call an ambulance quickly, please…”
Dylan spat at me, “Bitch, still thinking about that bastard in your belly? I see you have no remorse at all!”
“Today, I won’t let this bastard leave the Martinez Family alive!”
After saying that, he raised his foot again to kick me into the pool.
I closed my eyes in despair, my heart filled with fear of drowning.
At that moment, the door of the Martinez Family Manor was pushed open.
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Raymond rushed over, eyes full of urgency, and roared, “Stop!”
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