My brother and fiancé caused me to have a miscarriage because of my stepsister, but they went crazy after I disappeared

To prevent me from competing with my stepsister for the gold medal in the dance competition, my fiancé used a crane to lift me to the second floor and then threw me off.

My brother was even more ruthless, hitting me with his sports car and sending me flying.

I lay there, bleeding and crying, begging them to save my child.

But my fiancé remained indifferent:

“A child? It’s better gone. That way, you can focus on your sadness and not interfere with Nora winning the award.”

I passed out, and when I woke up, I saw my stepsister’s social media post.