CHAPTER FOUR

Selene's POV

Suddenly, my body felt light and my eyes started spinning.

What was going on? I stood but didn't know how I fell on the floor, my eyes still spinning. My hand was placed tightly on my stomach. My baby.

In a split second, I was welcomed into darkness.

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My eyelid slowly came up, I looked at my surroundings and it was the floor. I was lying on the floor.

Just then it came crumbling down on my head. I had actually fainted earlier.

If I was still on this floor, does that mean no one came to check on me? Not even Ethan? I felt strings of pain cut through my chest.

Ethan really takes me for a dog now, even a dog wouldn't be treated this way.

Slowly, I lifted myself off the floor and began limping outside.

There was a dull ache in my lower abdomen, I really hoped it would go away soon.

A string of tears began finding its way to my eyes, what if something had happened to my baby?

Holding my lower abdomen as though that would protect my baby, I took the stairs that led to the back of the hospital.

Being at Ethan's family hospital, I was very familiar with this place.

Most of the time, his mother always announced herself sick and I had to be the one to take care of her. Even though nothing was wrong with her. She'd just be making calls and hurling insults at me while not taking any medications.

A few minutes later, I ended up at the back exit. I was met with a security guard, but of course, he knew who I was, hence he didn't ask me with questions.

But he asked if I was okay, obviously because of the way I was limping and holding the wall.

As soon as I got out, I stopped a taxi, directly to my doctor.

I didn't know why I used another hospital for my diagnosis but right now I'm glad I did.

A few minutes later, I arrived there.

As soon as he sighted me, his expression changed into a worrisome one.

"What happened to you Mrs Taylor?" He muttered.

For some reason, I couldn't open my mouth to talk anymore. I was also shivering now and my legs wobbled, I could fall at any moment. Without waiting until I fall, Dr Elvis came forward and grabbed me immediately. I was grateful.

With my eyes getting blurry, I could see myself on a bed immediately.

Several hours later, I woke up to a drip on my body.

I sighed heavily palming my head.

I swiftly looked at the clock hung on the wall and it was past 8pm at night, yet no calls from Ethan.

I bit on my lower lip. Hot tears brimmed in my eyes. Just as I made to clean my eyes. My phone screen shone bright.

It was a text from Ethan, 'Why did you leave the hospital without informing me?!' It wrote. More tears welled up in my eyes as I read the messages.

'I don't want to wake Kayla, that's why I can't call. Since you've gone home, that's it. I wouldn't be able to come home tonight.' The tears I had been holding in my eyes since, streamed down freely. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Then it wrote again 'I sent you fifty thousand dollars, your blood wasn't free.' God! My chest constricted with pain that I had never felt before. I was in agony. How could Ethan be so cruel?

Where was my Ethan? The one I married, where was he? I was devastated.

Just then, a nurse came into my room. She was with another drip.

Then the doctor followed.

"Mrs Taylor, you'll have to be on bed rest for a week. Your body system is very weak, you need close examination and enough care else you might lose your baby." The doctor muttered, making my heart pound so hard in my chest.

I must never lose my baby. Whatever had to be done must be done to keep my baby safe.

"Alright doctor, I'll stay, thanks so much for everything," I muttered, he nodded softly with a smile and exited the room.

When the nurse was done fixing the drip in my body, she wished me a quick recovery and exited as well, not after making calls to the kitchen department to bring me food.

I felt some ease in my heart. For the past few months of my life, no one had been this gentle with me.

Ethan's family was a thorn in my flesh, but having Ethan's soft side, I never read so much meaning to it. But this past few months, since Ethan had changed completely, everything got to me effortlessly. He'd shout at me at every slightest provocation, something he never used to do. He had done nothing but break me with harsh words since the return of his ex.

Slowly, I was drowning in depression without even knowing. I felt unloved now, hence overly grateful for this people's soft side even though they were just doing their jobs.

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It was finally a week and my bed rest was over.

I felt a bit stronger now, with the dull ache in my lower abdomen completely gone.

My eyes were no longer spinning anymore neither was my body still feeling light. I felt my weight and now, I was sure nothing would happen to my baby, if those blood suckers didn't come for me again.

For some reason, I was scared to go back home, to that house.

If there was anything I realized this past week of my staying here, was that Ethan never loved me. He was using me to pass time while waiting for the love of his life. But he went far. Marrying me and all that when he knew perfectly well he was still in love with someone else. Even at that, I couldn't bring myself to hate him.

Throughout the week I was in this hospital on bed rest treating a weakness he and his mistress caused me, so I wouldn't lose his baby, Ethan was only busy sending texts about his inability to come back home all through the week.

This opened my eyes to everything. I was doing nothing but just wasting time here with Ethan. He never had any affection for me. And in fact, he hated me, how he managed to pretend all those years was something worth studying.

After the prescription, I packed the clothes I had ordered for use while at the hospital, ready to leave now.

Not long after, I was outside the hospital.

I didn't wait too long before a taxi appeared, I hopped in and he drove off, going to my estate.

For now, I had to go back there, I had nowhere to go right now and for me to leave, I must first give Ethan a divorce.