Rejected by my baby's daddy; Treasured by his step-brother

Amelia's POV

I smiled widely, rubbing my stomach with care as I walked into my matrimonial bedroom.

It had been over three months, and my pregnancy had not resulted in a miscarriage like the other ones. "I am done with the preparation, ma'am!" The maid Ashton hired to help me with house chores announced from the passage.

"Ok. Is that my husband's car honking?!" I raised my voice back, feeling a bit scared.

"Yes, ma'am,"

I rushed out of the room with my hand wrapped around my stomach because I did not want Ashton to walk past the living room before I gave him the news he had always wanted to hear.

My palms turned sweaty as the giant door creaked open. "Happy third anniversary!" I grinned when he walked in, but he kept his usual cold face.

He stepped closer to me, eyes burning with anger. "I would like it if you could greet me with happy divorce day instead," he barked, staring at me with so much dislike.

"What do you mean by that, my dearest?" I stuttered as my mood slowly changed to a bad one.

Not today when I had planned everything to go smoothly.

"You shouldn't be talking to me about a divorce on our third anniversary," I complained, placing my hand on his arm to massage him there.

Ashton jerked out of my grip as if my hand was burning him.

"This isn't about warning you, Amelia. You should have known that I could return with the real divorce document." He shoved the file at my chest.

I flinched backwards, but I quickly caught the file.

"If you think what I am doing is wrong, then explain this intimate picture of you and your male friend?" Ashton hissed in a grossed-out look as he pointed his phone at my face.

"He sent this picture to me with a message explaining the countless times you guys did it. You cheated on me," He said with so much sadness in his voice.

My heart skipped a beat, dread washing through my soul at the sight of the setup.

It was a picture of my male friend at college, who lovingly wrapped his hands around my body.

I slept on campus that day because I was stressed; it was two days before our graduation, which had taken place over a year ago.

Truly, anyone who sees this picture will agree that I was having an affair.

I would never forgive him for trying to destroy my marriage, because why would he suddenly take a picture of us and send it to my husband if it wasn't to cause me harm?

This picture is a huge excuse for Ashton to get rid of me.

"I don't know anything about it. He is just a friend, dearest. Please don't do this to me." I begged, my voice breaking with raw pain.

"There is nothing you are going to do. You will leave my house tonight," Ashton said firmly.

"Even if you want to divorce me, your family wouldn't allow it. I will call your mother." I trembled towards my phone to click on my mother-in-law's phone number.

It went through before the second beep.

"I was just about to call you." His mother said, making my heart warm up a bit.

"Well…I hope you are already out of my son's house, you gold-digger?! I should have listened to him when he said that you lied about him being the father of your first, but now dead child. What was I thinking when it was confirmed that you two met in a club? I will be visiting that house tomorrow, and I believe you don't want me to chase you out myself. You shameless human being!" Ashton’s mother continued to rain insults on me, giving me my final heartbreak.

Tears rushed out of my eyes as I murmured in short breaths, "I never lied, Mother." I shook my head and grabbed onto the nearby couch's arm to stand well.

I was now shaking terribly.

My eyes were turning me so badly.

"Who is your mother? Go and find your mother who has left you to live on the street." She hissed loudly and cut the call.

She was my only hope.

"What is happening, Ashton?" I cried out, my eyes cloudy with painful tears. "What have I done to get this? What if I am pregnant? Will you chase me out like this?" I knelt on the floor, crawling to his front.

At this point, I will do anything to get his forgiveness.

"What is the point when it will still result in the same way? Besides, someone more fertile will soon be pregnant for me," He bragged, beating his chest with a fist.

"Did you cheat on me?" I wailed in sorrow.

"Just like you cheated on me, Amelia. I will be getting married to her in a few days," His eyes glinted with joy.

I groaned with my eyes shut, trying to stand on my feet, but I fell so hard that I hit my buttocks on the tiles with heavy force.

A sharp ache ran through my abdomen.

I held onto my stomach and cried out.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Ashton staring at me with so much worry, but that look didn't last long on his face.

He stood up and picked up the divorce document, then squatted beside me, forcing a pen into my hand, "Sign it!" He glared at me.

"I will sign it if you promise to allow me to stay for the night with proper treatment," I bargained in a pleading tone.

"Sure. That shouldn't be too much to do" He waved off his hand.

I bit my lower lip as I hurriedly signed the document. My worst nightmare had just happened. "I'm done. Can you call your doctor now?" I whimpered.

"Your situation seems familiar. Another miscarriage? No wonder you were talking about pregnancy. You are useless" He groaned in disgust. "You do not expect me to cover up the expenses. After all, we are now strangers." Ashton picked up the file, stood up, and walked towards the master's bedroom.

"Ashton! Please, just do this one favor for me, and I will forgive all your treatment towards me for the past years!" I pushed myself to move forward until two bodyguards entered to carry me out.

"I will pardon you by allowing them to drop you at the Hospital. You came into this house with nothing, and you shall go empty-handed." I heard his voice echo, but he did not even turn around.

"Let me go!" I cried out one last time before I was forcefully pulled out of the mansion into a car.

Thunder rumbled loudly before the heavy rain began to pour with no control.

After driving for about three hours, one of the guards got a call.

It ended almost immediately, and he told the other one that their mistress wanted them to throw me off the bridge.

I panicked as I looked around the dark area in fear. Could the mistress be Ashton's new partner?

“You can't drop me here!” I shouted when they stopped the car.

"You are not our boss's wife. The new madam told us to throw you over the lagoon, but we will pity you, and leave you here on the road to find your survival. We are sorry." One of them apologized.

The guards shoved me out of the car, turning a deaf ear to my plea.

I had no strength to call them back anymore as they drove away at full speed.

I cried in silence, curling up to cover myself from the cold night.

My clothes were already soaked with blood, and the thought of my baby being dead again threw me into a state of suicidal thoughts.

A car rushed past the road and splashed dirty water on me, making me wriggle to the middle of the road, waiting for the worst to happen.

The moment I saw a car speeding over, I shut my eyes and murmured my last prayers.

What I wanted was taking too long to happen, but I still stayed there until I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and almost screamed when I saw an old but healthy woman.

"Young lady, what are you doing out here in the middle of the road on this cold night with blood stains on you?" She asked in a calm tone, but I did not respond.

“What kind of ungrateful women do we have in this new generation?” She groaned, her face filled with shock.

Then all of a sudden, her voice began to sound farther and farther away.

“Carry her inside my car,” that was the last sentence I heard from her before everything blacked out.