Bye, My Ex-husband

Chapter 8: The Baby Is Two Months

Old She gazed up at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Her face was blank, but her heart ached inside.

After a few moments, Janessa slowly came to her senses.

She raised her arm and wiped away her tears, but the pain in her heart couldn't be wiped away and silenced as easily.

When her mother was still alive, she had this special way of making her feel at ease no matter what happened.

She was comforted by the thought that whatever life threw her way, there was someone who supported her unconditionally.

However, in the blink of an eye, her mother was gone.

She suddenly realized that she would have nothing to do with others for the rest of her life for the one loved her most had gone.

It didn’t matter whether she ended up living better or worse because no one would care anymore.

I She took a shaky breath to calm herself and closed her eyes.

The vague sound of her bedroom door opening alerted her.

She assumed that it was Rayan who came in, so she pretended to be asleep.

"How is she?"

Rayan’s low voice filled the room.

It seemed like he was speaking to someone else.

Janessa’'s lip curled, but she didn't say a word.

"Her condition is stable.

She might have been overly stimulated, which led to the bleeding.

The baby is only two months old.

This is a critical time in her pregnancy, so we should continue to monitor the baby's condition."

Was he speaking to Gracie? Why was she here? There was a sharp pain in her chest at the sound of her voice.

The irony of the situation didn't escape her.

She had no intentions of having a baby, and she certainly had no plans to give birth to Rayan’s child.

He was a horrible man! He even had the nerve to get his mistress to treat her! Gracie was also the one who had the honor of announcing the news of her pregnancy to the world.

She wasn't sure if Rayan was doing this to spite her, or to humiliate her in front of Gracie.

However, Gracie’s professional tone made it seem like she was merely examining another patient.

As she assessed Janessa, her face was neutral, and never betrayed what she was thinking for one second.

The sound of high heels clicking against the floor grew louder until it stopped in front of her bed.

Janessa clenched her jaw and tightly clutched the sheets around her as she attempted to get a hold of her temper.

marrying her, and now

plan on fulfilling

bore all the grievances she had ever

and words sounded harsh

you? When

gentle despite his

controlled her urge to sneer at

she was? Did he think her only purpose was to give him a baby? Did he think of her like garbage? Something he could throw away when it stopped being useful? Her blood boiled at the

instantly broke out and

against the pain and

of the searing pain, her body unconsciously coiled up and she frowned deeply when her

and Gracie’s bodies wrapped up in one another

these

arm to grab the vase from behind and smash it onto

glowered at Rayan and

you so eager

with

a calm look on her face, Gracie glanced at Rayan, then took a step back to

to the bedside as if nothing had happened and tucked

through

do you any good to be

be mindful of the

were fixated on Janessa’s face as she

corners of her mouth, like

Janessa scoffed at her.

speaking to

dare you interrupt

"You should leave first."

Gracie’s wrist and pulled

did Janessa

flitted from

Gracie stepped out of the room,

teasing her lips, she said,

and Miss Mo

name and make your wishes

Rayan’s face darkened.

bent down and stared at

no hint of warmth or affection in

you asking for a divorce? What a naive woman you are! That

is born, only then will you be in the position to

woman from a lesser family has no right to

a taunting smile

in his eyes gave her no opportunity

him to react this

all

to meet his

with you, then I'll have to get an abortion the

have no affection

thought of giving birth to your child

trap you forever and let you live in shackles

"How dare you!"

on Rayan’s face

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