Chapter 3

At this moment, for the sake of my unborn child, I could no longer care about anything else. I turned and knelt on the ground, barked "Woof, woof" twice, and said with a trembling voice, "I'm a promiscuous bitch."

Isabelle bent down to look at me, a smug smile on her lips.

"Sophia, when I knelt before you begging you not to marry Alex, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Back then, Isabelle had come to me, saying she and her step-brother were in love, asking me to break off the engagement.

The marriage between the Hawthorne and Winters families was arranged by our parents, with countless business interests behind it. If I had proposed to break it off, the responsibility would have fallen on me, and the Winters family would have suffered. So I refused her request.

I never expected her to hold such a grudge until today.

Now, I had no energy to argue about past events. I looked at them pleadingly, "Please, call an ambulance quickly."

Alexander stomped on my back, "Sophia, you really are a slut! You'd do anything for this bastard!"

I was pinned to the ground, my belly hitting the hard floor. A burning pain spread across my abdomen.

"You said you'd spare my child..."

Isabelle spoke casually, "I said I'd spare your child, but Alex didn't say anything!"

"You bitch, using that bastard in your belly to scam the Hawthorne family under my name. If you think I'll let you off, dream on!"

Alexander kicked me hard in the abdomen. An intense pain ripped through my lower belly, and bright red blood began to flow down my legs.

Feeling the baby's movements gradually cease, I was filled with despair. My eyes burned with hatred as I looked at them.

"Alexander, Isabelle, you'll regret this!"

Isabelle stood beside Alexander, her eyes filled with malice, "Alex, this bitch still hasn't learned her lesson. Looks like she needs more punishment!"

Hearing this, Alexander's lips curled into a cold smile, "Let's see who makes who regret!"

"Isabelle, go find a rope."

Isabelle immediately understood and found a rope from the living room, walking towards me.

I dragged my bleeding lower body backward, my eyes full of terror, "What are you going to do?"

But their only response was excitement on their faces.

They tied my hands and feet together with the rope, then dragged me from inside the house to the outside, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor.

They dragged me to the edge of the swimming pool. Alexander kicked me into the pool. With my limbs bound, I could only sink helplessly to the bottom.

The pool water sealed my mouth and nose, and the agony of suffocation overwhelmed me. Just when I thought I was about to die, Alexander pulled me up by the rope.

"Sophia, have you learned your lesson? Will you ever dare to cuckold me again?"

I gasped for air, but I could feel the pain in my abdomen sinking lower and lower.

I had attended prenatal classes with William before, and I knew this meant I was going into premature labor due to the trauma.

Although I knew the chances of the baby surviving were slim, I didn't want to give up this last hope.

I pleaded with Alexander again, "I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. Please spare me and the baby."

"I'm going into labor. Please call an ambulance, I beg you..."

Alexander spat at me, "Bitch, you're still thinking about that bastard. I see you have no remorse at all!"

"There's no way I'm letting that bastard leave the Hawthorne house alive today!"

He raised his foot to kick me back into the pool.

I closed my eyes in despair, my heart filled with fear of drowning.

Just then, the gates of the Hawthorne mansion burst open.

William rushed in, his eyes filled with urgency, and shouted, "Stop!"