My Uterus 10

chapter 2 

Chapter 2 

The nightmare of my daughter’s death invaded my dreams once again. 

One moment Little Emma was tugging at my hand, telling me about the birthday card she’d made for Daddy at preschool. 

The next, a massive truck came barreling toward her tiny body. 

In the blink of an eye, my daughter was hurled through the air like a broken rag doll. 

When she hit the ground, her left arm had snapped clean in two, scattered pieces lying on the asphalt. 

Her small body crumpled like a discarded toy, hitting the pavement with a sickening thud. 

so many bones had shattered that she lay twisted in the middle of the road in an impossibly grotesque position. 

Her pristine white dress, fresh that morning, was instantly soaked crimson with blood. 

ran to her like a woman possessed, cradling her impossibly soft, lifeless form, screaming her name over and over. 

But she would never give me that warm response again… 

Mommy, it hurts so much…” 

jolted awake from the nightmare, the sweat-soaked hospital sheets bringing me back to reality. 

Mr. Foster, the medication didn’t complete the miscarriage. We should schedule surgery once she wakes up…” 

No need.” 

Without surgery, if she conceives again, she likely won’t be able to carry to term!” 

I said no! That’s exactly what I want-for her to never carry to term again!” 

After the doctor scurried away from his rebuke, Henry’s hoarse voice drifted through the door again: 

Go find last year’s footage and have a few media outlets release it again.” 

Sir, your wife hasn’t fully recovered yet. Isn’t this timing… inappropriate?” 

Now is the perfect time. I can’t give Isabella a chance to breathe.” 

I buried myself under the blanket, biting my lip to stifle uncontrollable sobs. 

My stomach churned relentlessly. I gripped the bed rail and began retching violently. 

Sharp, piercing pain tore through my lower abdomen. 

A warm gush of blood flooded from between my legs, instantly soaking the white bedding. 

“Isabella, it’s me.” 

The hospital room door was slowly pushed open from outside. 

14:23 

My Uterus for His Bitch? Fine I Cradled Their Uair 

Chapter 2 

Henry saw my condition and rushed over in apparent panic. 

Upon seeing the pool of blood, he roared toward the corridor like a madman: 

“Get a doctor in here immediately! What am I paying you people for?! How could you let my wife get into this state?!” 

After the trembling doctor finished treating me and left, I turned to face him. 

Henry, you promised me our baby would be healthy…” 

Henry knelt beside my bed, his eyes bloodshot as he spoke in a raspy voice: 

“I’m sorry, Isabella. It’s all my fault. We couldn’t save our baby-this is on me…” 

A bitter smile twisted my lips. 

“How could I blame you? It’s my worthless body. I, Isabella Clarke, can’t even protect my own children. This is the second time…” 

A flash of barely concealed joy flickered in Henry’s worried eyes. 

But quickly, he gathered me into his embrace, his voice gentle and full of apparent remorse: 

“It’s alright, Isabella. We’re still young-there will be other children. I don’t blame you.” 

Nausea surged through me again. 

I pushed away from Henry and curled back under the covers. 

“I’m exhausted. I need to rest…” 

Before Henry could respond, the hospital room door was violently shoved open. 

The visitor glanced at me in the bed, then dropped to his knees before Henry with a thud. 

“Henry, we have a problem. That footage of your wife from the morgue a year ago… it’s trending again…” 

Before Quinn Adams could finish speaking, Henry kicked him across the room. 

“You bastard! Who told you to bring this up in front of her?!” 

Quinn had been Henry’s personal assistant for over a decade. 

The meaningful glances they exchanged would be obvious to a fool. 

Such a masterful performance… 

After Henry’s outburst, Quinn not only failed to leave but “accidentally” pulled out his phone, found the viral video, and hit play. 

The footage showed the morgue still echoing with funeral music and my daughter’s favorite lullabies, making the man’s labored breathing even more revolting. 

I was pinned helplessly to the floor, the morgue’s icy surface still haunting my memories. 

My daughter’s unrestored body lay nearby. 

For an entire year, this scene has tormented me every time I close my eyes. 

14:23 

My Uterus for His Bitch? Fine. I Cradled Their Heir… in a Beast’s Maw! 

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