Betrayed At The Altar
I never thought I'd end up severely injured and lose my baby on my wedding day.
That day, I walked toward my husband full of excitement, only to watch him rush right past me and straight into the arms of his secretary. Confused, I turned around and saw someone in a wedding dress lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her. It was his secretary, Quinn Fable.
Steve York, my soon-to-be husband, panicked and scooped her up, but Quinn stared at me with tearful eyes, crying, “Summer, I ate the candy you gave me… Why would you want to hurt my baby? Please, Steve, save our child… please…”
Steve was beside himself with rage. Without a second thought, he kicked me hard in the stomach.
I collapsed into the champagne tower, shards of glass embedding into my skin. Blood poured from between my legs. Yet, they still clung to each other, crying bitterly as if I didn't exist.
When the ambulance arrived, they didn't even hesitate to push me aside to save her first.
“Forget about her!” Steve shouted. “Save Quinn! She's lost so much blood. She must be in terrible pain! As for Summer, that vicious witch… she deserves to die!”
Due to the delay, I suffered a ruptured uterus and missed the window for proper treatment. And as if that wasn't enough, Steve personally announced that our marriage was null and void.
He marched straight to the clerk's office with Quinn and made it official.
On my ICU bed, I received a text from him. “Pack your things and get out. Quinn wants you out of her sight.”