Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Deirdre bit her lip and willed herself to appear calm. She remembered how much Brendan detested seeing her cry. “B-Brendan? I swear—I swear to God—I’ll be obedient and do whatever you ask me to. J-Just let me… Let me keep my child, okay? P-Please? I swear, it won’t… it won’t get in your hair. T-Then when Charlene wakes up, I promise I’ll leave with my child. It’ll vanish into thin air… as if it was never born.”

It did not matter how much her voice was breaking. Brendan had a heart of stone. Instead of making him pity her, all she managed was to make a faint shade of mocking glee appear in his callous black eyes. “Oh, you must be joking. The only reason you even became Mrs. Brighthall—and have been enjoying all these f*cking luxuries and comfort that your pathetic self doesn’t even deserve—is because you were fortunate enough to have that face. I may give you some leeway, but I’ve always made clear that the only one who would carry my child is Lena. You? You’re inferior to me!”

‘You’re… inferior to me?’

His cruel words cut her like knives. This hurt her even more than if he had just swung his hand and slapped her across the cheeks.

Why did Brendan have to treat her this way?

It was getting harder to breathe…

Then, footsteps echoed from outside the living room. Deirdre lifted her head, feeling alert. Steven was here, just as Brendan had finally exhausted the last mote of his patience.

private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I don’t want a word

jolted at the sheer agony of witnessing the father of her child… treat her

He just shot Steven a

and her knees crashed to the floor. There was only one thing on her mind, roaring and clawing out of her throat as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, please—let me keep this child,

knocked her head on the floor in uncontrollable histrionics, making her

grimace of disgust. “God, you really don’t deserve to have her

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

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?

me keep the baby, please…”

“Never.”

an angel, but his words were as callous

waiting for? Get her out of my sight and take her there! Stop

arm under Deirdre’s shoulder and began to trawl her across

fighting as ugly tears marred her face. “Brendan, pleaseeeee! How can you hate the baby? It’s your baby—you’re the