Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Miss McKinney Is Awake

“No, Brendan! Pleaseeeeeeee! I’m begging you, pleaseeeeeeee don’t!”

His lips cracked into a cruel smirk. “Don’t? Don’t what? Aww, Deirdre, Deirdre, Deirdre. Are you playing hard to get now? How low can you sink?” he jeered. He could not care less about how she felt. If anything, hearing her sniffle and wail only frustrated him even more.

“B-B-Bren… Please, think of our child!” she heaved, pleading. Tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes like a stubborn stream. “Our… child…”

“Our what?! That thing inside you is the son of a wh*re. I have no relation to it!”

The coldness in his eyes could chill anyone’s blood. He wanted to punish her. To eviscerate her. To humiliate her. To jolt her awake from her delusion.

To make the child perish in the brutality of it all.

“Brendan—!” she cried out again, her arms flailing in her struggle.

Suddenly, the man’s phone shrieked out of his pocket, forcing him to stop. He answered the call and put it on speaker. “What?!” he grunted.

Steven Young’s voice was palpably overjoyed. “S-She’s up, Mr. Brighthall! Miss McKinney is awake!”

…..

Brendan drove away in the thick of the night. It was past midnight, and yet a minute after the call, the man leaped into his car and hurtled into the darkness. His reaction showed his anxiety and excitement.

How could he not act that way? The woman of his dreams had returned. He no longer needed to put on a charade with this revolting pretender.

Deirdre rose and redressed in her battered state, putting on her night clothes. She looked through the balcony windows, her eyes tracing the car’s silhouette, which was fading at the end of the road.

She felt a chill in her heart that echoed the innumerable pangs prickling through every inch of her body, forming a cacophony of unbearable pain.

Six years ago, Deirdre McKinnon had met the man on stage during a charity drive. He had been in a suit and tie, and she had fallen in love at first sight. The next time they had met, however, it had been amid the cackling flames of a house about to be ruined. He had been almost swallowed by the fire until she had selflessly dived inside and saved him.

Before falling unconscious, he had promised her that he would find her when he recovered. He had said that he would marry her, pledging to shower her with love for that single act of heroism.

After waking up, however, he had become Charlene McKinney’s fiance.

his life as a Charlene impersonator. Now that the genuine

……

asleep on a wet pillow, but her phone jerked her awake after a while. The pain caused by his forceful activity had not fully subsided, so she shrank into

revealed Brendan’s

sooner than she had expected. Charlene had just woken up. Was he

of her stupor. Too terrified to ignore it, she answered it and set

impatient snarl blared from the other side of the line.

had seen blood last night, and even now, she could feel jolts of pain assaulting her senses. “Can you let me rest a little

strangely quiet for a

of. I’m not asking you to file for divorce

deep inside her. Brendan never lied. If he promised he would not hurt her kid,

he have realized that—even though Charlene was awake—he harbored some feelings for Deirdre after all? That she, at the very least, deserved

her mind. She knew the possibility was slimmer than a straw, and yet she found herself

imagination ample time to run wild. What was going to happen next? She wondered and wondered until

was more packed than Deirdre had expected.

as Brendan saw her, his furrowed

‘Collect her blood?’

time to react. Someone leaped from the couch and closed their fingers around her

doing?!” Deirdre cried out and tried to wriggle her way out

donate blood, and that someone is you. You’re going up there right now, so

her ears. “You… You told me to come… because you wanted me to

I give a sh*t about you? Because I want

imagination—had been fanciful fantasies all along. “I’m pregnant, Brendan! Can’t you just get emergency blood bags from the hospital or something? It’s more reasonable than asking a pregnant woman

think I give a damn about you dying?”

forcing you to do anything,

chill seizing her body, and yet she could not fight him.

there before—not even once—despite being married to him for two years. Nor had she ever imagined being granted the opportunity for the sole, cruel purpose

pinning her. That was when Deirdre’s eyes fell on Charlene’s features next to

eighty-percent resemblance, maybe. But that was not the case at all. It

that did not mean they enjoyed the same

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