Chapter 6

SLOANE

“What the hell are you? Killian, don't listen to him.” My eyes glued to Nika, a small smug smile hanging at the side of her lips.

It must be her. She had literally pushed me off the stairs, there was no length she wouldn't stoop to just to make sure she had Killian to herself.

“Don't listen to me?” The doctor cocked his head to one side, a mischievous glint spreading across his face. “Tell your husband that if anything happens to our baby, I won't let him off so easily.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I struggled to push his hands off my waist, though I regretted it immediately. He had been massaging just beneath my belly, curbing the pain.

As soon as his hands left my abdomen, I bit down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stretched my hands out, beckoning to Killian.

He stared at me in disgust, disappointment spreading across his face.

“Killian, I really didn't cheat on you. You can check! Investigate…” I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize myself as the loud ringing in my head just wouldn't go away.

“There's already proof, and you still dare to talk? What do you take me for, Sloane?” He yelled.

He was angry.

Angry?!

I was the one that was going through the pain and the one caught up in this confusing moment and he still had the nerve to be angry.

He was flaunting Nika around and he had the guts to be angry.

Suddenly, the irritation spreading in my chest overshadowed the pain coursing through every vein in my body.

“Killian!! How long have we been married? 4 years! In your 4 years, do you not know my character? Do you not know what I'm capable of? I don't know what's going on here but that paternity test is definitely not mine!”

My voice was a little louder than I had spoken in a while.

In fact, I had totally forgotten my voice could be that loud.

The only other time I had talked like that was at my brother's funeral when I found out that Dad would rather hand the company over to an outsider than to me.

That was the last time I had ever thrown a fit.

Killian had made sure I never had anything to complain about or raise my voice.

Yet? My once sweet husband was the one putting his hands on me and raising his voice without trying to check if I was the victim here.

“And you,” I turned sharply to the doctor, “I don't know who paid you for this. I don't know what you think you'll get from this but you are a doctor and this is a disgrace to your profession.” He looked stunned, leaning a few inches backwards like he was trying to get a full glimpse of my face.

“Killian! Take your little mistress and get out of my room. If you lay your hands on me again, I will call the police on you and I mean it.” I used the back of my palm to wipe my tears as I struggled to force air into my lungs.

“Don't address Nika that way, she's not a slut like you.” Killian shot, and my eyes widened like they would shoot out of their sockets.

“She’s not? I can hardly agree with you. After all, she's currently carrying the child of another woman's husband. She's not just a mistress, she's what people call an absolute whore.” I retorted.

“Sloane, you bit—” His hands were folded into fists, he was going to hit me again.

I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact but when I didn't feel anything for a few seconds, I opened my eyes.

The doctor had caught Killian's hand, glaring at him like he was going to bore holes in him.

“I understand if she doesn't want to go public yet or acknowledge me as the father of her baby, but that doesn't give you any right to lay a hand on her as well. If you don't keep your fists to yourself, this might get really bloody.” I was about to retort when he beckoned to one of the nurses outside the door.

“Patricia? Get security.” His voice bellowed with authority.

“Security? Who do you think you are? I can and will get you fired for this.” Killian yelled when the security rushed in and bound his hands.

“Throw this scum out.” The doctor ordered, and they immediately obeyed, dragging Killian and Nika out.

This was the first time since I've known Killian that someone dared stand up to him.

But then, it was deception, acting or whatever you might want to call it.

“Tell me, how much did she pay you?” I queried immediately they were out of the ward.

“What?”

“There's no need to play dumb, doctor…” I trailed off, staring down at his name tag. “Rhys. Doctor Rhys. I know what Nika is capable of. I know she must have paid you to come in and claim my child just to sow discord between me and my husband. How much did she pay? I'll double it if you tell the truth to Killian.”

I offered.

He was silent for a moment and then chuckled, just slightly, almost like he was mocking me.

“Lady, that is no way to talk to someone who just saved your life.” He blurted out and my eyes flashed.

“Saved my life? What the—”

“Oh, you'd rather he kept hitting you in your belly? Need I remind you that your child is fragile? You could easily lose it!” He warned, his eyes held nothing but pure anger and disgust for me.

“And besides? You cheated on your husband yourself. Stop throwing paranoia everywhere. If he kept hitting you and something happened to you, the hospital would be in deep trouble, so consider this saving face for the hospital.”

“Never seen a couple cheating on themselves simultaneously, you're both a load of crap.”

I opened my mouth to say something but no words came forth.

I never cheated on Killian. Never. The paternity report must be fake. It must be!

“You don't know me, you don't know my life! You have no right to talk to me that way.” I yelled back, my eyes burning.

“You're right.” He said straightforwardly and then halted in his steps, turning to meet my gaze. “Throw that lavender flowers out. It messes with me.” He ordered one of the attendants and they nodded almost immediately.

My phone immediately lit up and I picked it up. It was an email.

Not just any email. It was sent to my old email. I hadn't opened this mail in 4 years since I left home.

I immediately clicked on the pop up, my eyes scanning the contents immediately.

“It took me a whole lot to find you this time, Sloane.”