Chapter 4
Freya’s POV
The woman’s face contorted in rage as she pointed a finger right at my face.
“Vice President? Seriously? So you’re her boss, and this is how you treat your employees? Then you have the nerve to blame her? What kind of example are you setting? Does your company actually support behavior like this?”
“I didn’t-” My chest tightened. I could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain, but Rowan rushed over before I could say a word.
One glance at Amara on the floor and the wailing baby, and his whole expression turned to disgust.
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“What happened?!”
Amara spoke before I could, saying I had accidentally pushed her, and she had then collided with the woman and her child.
She clutched her ankle, wincing in pain. “It might be sprained. But it’s okay. Just please explain to the customer–the VP didn’t mean it…”
“Freya! What the hell is your problem?!” Rowan snapped at me, fury burning in his eyes. “You couldn’t manage something this basic? What made you think it was okay to shove her?”
“I didn’t-”
“I don’t care! Apologize to the customer. Now!”
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I stood frozen, struggling to breathe.
He believed her. Just like always.
Still, I stood my ground. “I’m not apologizing for something I didn’t do.”
I placed my hand on my stomach, voice trembling, but steady.
I was done with groveling. I was walking
away.
His eyes widened like he couldn’t believe I’d actually stood up to him.
Before he could snap again, the woman shoved me hard.
“You crazy woman! With an attitude like yours, no wonder your kid’ll turn out just as
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awful. Can’t even apologize? Get lost!”
I hit the floor hard, and pain shot through my abdomen. My ears rang. Everything was static.
Rowan took a step toward me, his hand twitching like he might help–but he turned away and swept Amara into his arms instead, carrying her off.
“Think about what you’ve done, Freya!”
I lay there on the cold floor, gripping my belly, pain crashing over me in sickening waves.
Around me, people stared. Some gasped, some backed away. Others pulled out their phones and started recording..
That’s all I heard. Whispers and a dull roar in my head.
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It felt like something inside me had torn loose, pain pounding through my lower body like surf.
Eventually, someone realized something was seriously wrong and called an ambulance.
At the hospital, chaos erupted as the doctors rushed me toward the operating room, shouting over one another.
“Where’s her family?! Her vitals are crashing -do we prioritize the baby or not?!”
A nurse snatched my phone. “Ma’am, what’s the father’s number?”
I bit my lip and gave them Rowan’s.
He answered.
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Not with concern.
Not with fear.
But with anger.
“Freya, are you out of your mind?! What on earth did you do to Amara? Her ankle is swollen–the doctor says it might be broken, all because you shoved her!”
I shook as I tried to explain. “I didn’t… she fell on her own.”
“Oh, don’t give me that jealous nonsense! You’re upset because she called herself my wife? Seriously? You actually believed that? It was a joke, for God’s sake!”
A joke? That was just a joke?
I gripped the bedsheet tightly as tears finally
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streamed down my face.
“Rowan… the baby-”
But I heard the click. He hung up.
I turned to the doctor, forcing a broken smile.
“Forget the baby. Just save me.”
“We’ll do our best.”
When I woke up, my belly was flat.
The nurse handed me a small box. Inside was the tiny, undeveloped body of my child.
I cried so hard, I couldn’t stop shaking.
Nothing hurt more than that. Not even my body.
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In the middle of my sobs, the door flew open.
A man rushed in–tall, breathless, and painfully familiar.
My brother.
Not by blood, but in every way that counted.
He rushed over and pulled me into his arms, his voice raw with remorse.
“I’m so sorry. I should’ve come sooner…”
”
I buried my face in his chest, unable to say a word.
That same afternoon, he transferred me to a private hospital registered under his name.
Before I left the city, I mailed that box–my baby’s remains–to the Ashford estate, the
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very family that had been so desperate for an heir.
Finally, I texted Rowan one last time:
“It’s over.”
Without a second thought, I blocked him and erased his number.
From that point forward, he was dead to me. And that would never change.
