Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I tightened my grip around my lower abdomen as another vicious cramp ripped through me. Curling into a ball on the bed, I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs while each ragged breath caught painfully in my throat.

At first, I dismissed it as another wave of anxiety.

Then the pain worsened.

It twisted deep inside my abdomen, tightening until I could barely breathe. A broken whimper escaped my lips as cold sweat gathered on my forehead.

With the little strength I had left, I forced myself off the bed.

My knees buckled the moment my feet touched the floor. I collapsed onto the cold marble, my stomach scraping against the unforgiving surface as I dragged myself toward the bedroom door. Every inch felt like a mile, my trembling fingers clawing helplessly at the polished floor.

"Ronan..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Panic clawed at my chest. Where was he?

He was nowhere to be found.

Were we really going to lose our child... like this?

A sob lodged in my throat. I bit the inside of my cheek until the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth, but it did nothing to stop the tears streaming down my face. My vision blurred as another violent cramp seized my body, forcing a cry from my lips.

My gaze dropped to my legs, and a sharp scream escaped my throat.

"Blood!"

My eyes widened in horror as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.

Please, not my baby... Ronan would never forgive himself.

I tried to steady my breathing, but the lump in my throat refused to budge.

My trembling fingers curled around the doorknob and twisted it. The door opened with a loud screech, and I crawled out. A wave of cold air rushed over me.

I tried to scramble up from the cold floor. A sharp pain pierced my abdomen, and my knees buckled.

My legs quivered, unable to support my weight.

Blood stained the marble beneath me, along the path I had crawled.

"Ronan," I called one last time, but there was no response. My vision blurred. I had lost too much blood. Every passing second made my body feel heavier, and I didn't even know if I'd survive this.

If I wanted to survive, I had to keep moving.

I shut my eyes tightly as hot tears slid down my cheeks, but I wasn't going to let it stop me.

I held the doorknob for support and stood up. Although I was on the verge of collapsing, I didn't give in. The hallway was deathly quiet. All I could hear was my racing heartbeat.

Lydia, my personal maid, must have been sleeping. I couldn't wake her up.

But where the fuck was Ronan??

Like a child learning to walk, I forced one trembling step forward. My foot slipped on the blood smeared across the marble.

One step...Then another...And another...

Until I regained a little of my strength.

I barely took a second step when I heard a sound. At first, I thought my ears were playing tricks on me, but I ignored it and limped forward, one hand clutching my abdomen.

But the sound became more persistent. With each step I took, I felt myself drawing closer to it, and I halted.

The sound led me to the last room I ever wanted to approach. Enya's.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly. What was she doing in there? I strained my ears and caught the sound of her giggling. At this time of night?

My face hardened as I stood at her doorway.

 My hand curled around the doorknob, and I pushed it so hard that it slammed against the wall. What I saw drained every ounce of life from my body.

Ronan and my sister were intimate in the same bed, pounding her as she spread her legs wider for him, thrusting with the strength he had never used on me before.

"Ohh fuck, yes deeper… you are so fucking good," her moan filled the room like a melody, legs wrapped around him like a protective shield.

"Ohh moon goddess, Zenaya don't even come close to you." He groan shamelessly, his head buried in her neck, she chuckled, the smug smile making my stomach churn.

I stood rooted to the spot. The little strength I had left gave out, and my legs gave out beneath me. I collapsed on the floor.

My body went rigid, as though I'd forgotten how to breathe.

I parted my lips to speak, but I couldn't find any words. They didn't notice I was here...

My hand slowly found its way to my stomach, gripping my abdomen. I'd just lost our child... and my mate was in bed with my sister.

"Ronan!" I screamed with the last strength left in me, and they turned to look at me, their expressions unreadable.

What??

They pulled away from each other, and Ronan climbed out of bed and grabbed the robe draped over the couch.

Enya wore a smug smile that made my stomach churn.

I always knew she was a slut who hated me, but I never expected it to be this bad.

"Do you want to wake everyone up? Why did you scream like that?" His jaw tightened, and his gaze turned icy.

It felt like I didn't even recognize the man I'd spent the last seven years with.

I scoffed bitterly, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"We just lost our child, Ronan. I just had a miscarriage, and you are sleeping with my sister?" I tried so hard to sound stable, but my voice came out shaky.

His eyes lazily darted to my legs, which were now soaked in blood, and he scoffed.

His expression darkened.

"I don't care about that thing in your womb," he replied without a hint of remorse.

The words echoed in my mind. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

"It's good you came here to see this yourself because I can't keep hiding it." His voice hardened as he

turned to Enya. His expression softened as he looked at her.

"Zenaya, there's something you need to know."