Todos los capítulos de She Lied About My Baby: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The maternity suite fell into silence. The surgical forceps Tiffany was holding fell into the tray with a clang. Even through her mask, I could see her smile stiffen. She narrowed her eyes at Lawrence for a fraction of a second before returning to me."Calm down, Melody." She stepped ahead and spoke gently, as if I was a troublesome child who needed a little talking done. "That child is going to be a burden for life. You're not far along in your pregnancy, and it's pretty low risk. You can't drag this out."I stared at her hands. In my previous life, these hands were the very things that violated my body, cut off the umbilical cord, and took my uterus. My stomach was churning, and I clasped the edge of the operating table so hard that my nails nearly broke.Lawrence stepped ahead, frowning. He didn't even bother pretending. "Stop messing around, Melody." His voice was dripping with impatience, as if I was a confused patient in need of lecturing."If you give birth to the baby, th

After I left the hospital, I went to a private hospital and accessed the VIP passage. I had my blood drawn, then got an ultrasound and amniocentesis done.The doctor looked at the screen and adjusted his glasses. "The baby's growing healthily, and all vitals are normal."I clenched the report, my knuckles going white. "Can you tell me if it's a boy or a girl?"The doctor looked at me. "It's a beautiful baby boy."The consultation room closed behind me. I slid down the ground and buried my face in my arms, and my shoulders shivered furiously.In my previous life, I signed him away, and now, I had the truth in my hands. I snapped photos of the report and hid the original in my shirt's interlayer, then uploaded the photos to the cloud drive and saved it in an email only I knew.After that, I texted Lawrence. "I just left the hospital, and I'm coming home."The foyer's light was still on, and Lawrence was already in the living room. He was on the couch, still in his coat, and in his

It was Bernard Foster. He stood at the entrance dressed in a black suit, his expression was cold. Behind him were the hospital's internal oversight team, the enforcers from the Department of Health, and a dozen guards. Everyone had recording devices on them.Tiffany's scalpel stopped inches away from my belly. "What are you doing?" She stepped backward, scalpel still in hand. "This is the operating room! You can't come in here!"Bernard didn't look at her. His eyes went across the crowd and fell on me. I was half-unconscious, my lips were white as paper, and blood covered my whole body. He strode into the operating room and shoved a nurse out of his way, then slammed a document on the table. "Melody's authorization papers, and it's notarized. I'll handle all her medical affairs." His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone. "I demand a change of medical team. Everyone here must leave."Lawrence squeezed in, his coat still drenched in sweat. His expression changed when he s

He stared at the papers with bloodshot eyes, then slowly took them and signed his name, but every stroke took everything he had. Then, he raised his head and asked, "Was the baby really healthy?"I said nothing, whereas Bernard spoke up. "The report's right here. Want to take a look?"Lawrence didn't. He closed his eyes and knocked his forehead against the edge of the bed. It let out a dull thud. "I'm sorry."I said nothing. When Tiffany was taken by the cops, her shouts echoed across the corridor. She called out for Lawrence.Lawrence went out and stood at the entrance, watching two lady officers dragging her out by the arms."I love you, Lawrence, I really do! I've done so much for you! You can't just do nothing!"He looked at her with ice-cold ferocity. "You killed my son," he said, his voice flat. "You can never clear that debt."Something choked Tiffany, and she stopped shouting, but she kept crying until her snot was covering her face.Lawrence left and didn't turn back

The cops brought Tiffany into the courthouse during the day of the trial. She had lost a lot of weight. Her cheekbones jutted out, and her eyes were sunken. Her long, silky hair was cut short and pushed behind her ears haphazardly.A yellow shirt hung on her body, looking oversized. Her wrist was covered in bandages, covering up the marks of her self-harm. She saw me the moment she came in, and her eyes were filled with gleaming venom, just like a viper's.I didn't avert my gaze. The prosecutor's evidence was cruelly, totally complete. The snapshots of the switched reports, the transaction history, the fingerprints on the syringe, and the voice recording were laid out.Tiffany's legal team tried to lessen her sentence, citing extreme actions due to romantic entanglement, but the prosecutor shut them down."Her action was premeditated, planned, and she had accomplices. She changed medical data using her authority and falsified a report. She injected dangerous medication into a patie