Explosive Betrayal: When Love Couldn't Save Us

Quinn Louvre and I were lying in the hospital room.

I struggled to turn my head to look at Quinn's pale face. Under her gaze, I reached for my phone from the bedside table and dialed Chuck Xylander's number.

Usually, Chuck would use work as an excuse to ignore my calls. This time, perhaps out of guilt for what happened at the abandoned factory yesterday, his tone was unexpectedly soothing.

"Scarlett, are you okay?" he asked. "I'm a bit busy right now. After the fright yesterday, Mel didn't sleep all night—"

"Chuck, let's get a divorce," I calmly said, cutting him off.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by Chuck's angry voice, demanding, "Just because I chose to protect Mel when I was defusing the bomb? Scarlett, is this really necessary? Mel is still young. What if she can never have children because of this accident?"

I was puzzled. "What about me? What if I can't have children?"

As if it were obvious, Chuck replied, "We just won't have kids, then. I don't mind."

I looked down at my abdomen wrapped in white gauze, and a bitter smile appeared on my lips. He didn't care, huh? But what about the child I just lost?

A few days ago, Quinn and I hadn't been feeling well, so we decided to go to the hospital for checkups. We found out yesterday that we were both pregnant.

As we looked at the results of the pregnancy test, joy filled our faces. We had both married Chuck and Harry Xylander, and we were both pregnant at the same time.

But before we could share this good news with them, we were kidnapped by their old enemy, Chester Wind.

It wasn't just the two of us in that abandoned warehouse. Their childhood friend, Melinda Sutton, was there too. She had grown up with them.

Quinn and I were on one side, and Melinda was on the other.

When Harry and Chuck arrived with the police, Chester stood by the window, sneering. "I didn't know who mattered most to you, so I brought all three.

"If it weren't for the two of you, my wife and child wouldn't have died. This time, I'll let you know how it feels to lose someone you love dearly."

Harry held a megaphone in his hand. His handsome face looked even more striking under the sunlight.

I had a moment to tease Quinn. "See? You always said we'd never get a chance to see the two brothers at work. Well, you're witnessing it now."

Before Harry spoke, both Quinn and I had complete trust in our husbands. We had entrusted our lives to them.

But then Harry demanded, "We're the ones you hold a grudge against. Let Melinda go. She's innocent."

Quinn's face gradually turned pale.

As if he had caught onto something, Chester burst into laughter. "You act all loving, but it turns out Melinda is the one you care about!"

Chester saw the sniper outside aiming at him, but he showed no fear. "I've strapped bombs to all three of them. If you kill me, you'll only be able to save one side."