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

Kieran

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.

icy voice

heart was being ripped out of her chest by him, the pain. was numbing. She was Kieran’s legitimate wife, but at this

of her body, Joyce was exhausted

the

from last night had given the city, Whispering

through the

the white sheets

sunlight outside was glaring, she felt

night flooded

her own

had never hurtured a life. The heart–wrenching pain

not far away

she came over, and held Joyce’s

Joyce abruptly threw off the quilt.

violent movement, tore open again. Fresh blood stained the white bandage, seeping out from the inside of her nightgown, forming a shocking

word ‘miscarriage‘ from Shannon’s mouth was like a handful of broken

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

C

voice turned into a plea at the end. However, all that answered Joyce was