Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 2 You’re Too Inferior to Bear Me A Child

Just let me… let me carry it to term!” She knocked her head on the floor in uncontrollable histrionics, making her forehead bleed.  Brendan’s features twisted into a grimace of disgust. “God, you really don’t deserve to have her face. Lena would never bend even a single knee. You’re f*cking pathetic!” A part of Deirdre wanted to laugh. Of course she would not—she would never need to. She was loved! Brendan loved her! The heir to the Brighthall Family himself was head-over-heels in love with her! She had been in a coma for years now, yet Brendan remained stalwart and loving. Who was Deirdre compared to an angel like that?! She had always been Brendan’s cheap replacement. Her worth rested on the fact that she looked just like Charlene—so what else could she do other than grovel at his feet and beg? “Let me keep the baby, please…” “Never.” His lips were that of an angel, but his words were as callous as an executioner’s. Brendan had gotten sick of arguing with Deirdre. He turned to Steven. “What are you waiting for? Get her out of my sight and take her there! Stop wasting time by ogling!” he snarled. Steven moved. He hooked his arm under Deirdre’s shoulder and began to trawl her across the floor. “No! Nooooo! I don’t want to go!” she shrieked, fighting as ugly tears marred her face. “Brendan, pleaseeeee! How can you hate the baby? It’s your baby—you’re the father! It’s your flesh and blood!” Brendan remained in his