My Husband Stole My Pregnancy Money to Buy His Dream Girl a Purse

When I was wheeled out of the operating room, my lower abdomen still throbbed with sharp pain.The agony of having my uterus scraped clean was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.Just three hours earlier, I had arrived at the hospital for my appointment with the high-risk pregnancy specialist, right on time. But at the payment counter, I discovered that all the money I had painstakingly saved had vanished from my account overnight.I stared at my phone in disbelief, eyes wide, frantically refreshing the banking app over and over.Ever since we learned that my barely-formed baby was in critical condition, I had scraped together every penny to afford the specialist consultation.I stood frozen at the payment counter, breaking out in a cold sweat from panic. The stress was making my lower abdomen cramp with an ominous ache.That money wasn’t just money to me—it meant life or death for my child.Behind me, other patients waiting in line began grumbling impatiently."What's th

In the heavy silence, I closed my eyes and listened to Daniel mutter curses under his breath.The mattress dipped as he sat down, studying the cold sweat on my forehead."Here. Got you something."He tossed something onto my chest, jostling my surgical site.I opened my eyes to see Daniel looking down at me smugly."It's a vintage designer bag—way nicer than anything you could afford before. Don't worry, now that I'm moving up in the company, I might buy you the real deal if you play your cards right."I picked up what was obviously someone's old castoff.When I opened it, I found a hair elastic tangled with strands of bleached hair.The cheap knockoff reeked of desperation and humiliation.Without hesitation, I hurled the grimy bag across the room."Keep your garbage. I don't want it."Daniel watched his "gift" hit the wall and jumped up from the bed."Don't be such a bitch! Who do you think you are, some trust fund princess? Get over yourself."A bitter laugh escaped my

Even in my dreams, the cramping in my abdomen kept me tossing and sweating.Just when I'd finally found some peace, my front door exploded open.Someone grabbed my shoulders and shook me awake roughly."Kandice, get up! What lies have you been spreading about me?"I blinked awake to Daniel’s furious face inches from mine."Tell me the truth—did you post something calling Wendy a homewrecker?"“Look!” he shouted, shoving his phone at me.It was a post dripping with passive-aggressive digs about a certain woman’s morals.“How would I even know this person?” I snapped, propping myself up on the couch.“It had to be you! Wendy’s in tears over it!”He refused to listen, gripping my arm so hard it hurt.I jerked free."Daniel, where's your brain? If someone posts about a homewrecker and she takes it personally, doesn't that prove she's guilty?"Looking at this raving man, I wondered how I had ever thought him gentle or kind.“You are a venomous woman,” he sneered. “You always t

"What? You must be mistaken. My brother has never even been to this city..." Wendy's voice lacked conviction as she tried to deny what could destroy her carefully constructed image.But everyone was too excited about potentially networking with Zenith Corporation to pay attention to her protests.They assumed she was just being modest.The crowd pushed forward, inevitably sweeping Wendy toward the entrance.Under everyone's expectant gaze, a tall man with an unmistakably aristocratic bearing stepped out of a black Lincoln.He effortlessly commanded every eye in the room, especially Daniel's—whose gaze burned with naked greed.Marcus Walker moved through the crowd, his expression impassive as he scanned the faces around him.When Wendy was pushed in front of him, Marcus didn't spare her even a glance.When he spotted me through the crowd, his face lit up with genuine joy.He strode toward me, but Daniel intercepted him with a fawning smile."Mr. Walker! I'm Wendy's boyfriend

In the rearview mirror, I watched security release Daniel. He stumbled to his feet, fell again, still shouting my name.His voice was as loud as that day he'd stood in the pouring rain outside my dorm, confessing his love.But I knew that once our car disappeared from view, his expression would turn venomous and calculating.Back at Marcus's penthouse, I sank into the luxury sofa with relief.In our old apartment, even the worn couch had been secondhand furniture I'd bought."What do you want to do next? Whatever you decide, I'll support you."Marcus sat beside me, gently stroking my hair like he used to.The day I caught Dad cheating in high school, he broke my leg.Marcus was away at college and could only call to tell me to endure and wait.Later, when I stubbornly decided to leave home and escape that suffocating family, Marcus rushed to the airport to stop me.He told me to hang on a little longer—that once he had the power, he'd protect me.But back then, I hadn't list