chapter 2

Kate's POV

My hands tremble as I crumple the picture, folding it in my hand, my fingers digging into my palm. I nod repeatedly, trying to process the accusation. Kyle and Pamela are already dressing up.

I throw the picture back at them, my voice shrill and echoing through the room. "No! This is not true... I am not the one here!"

Kyle's face twists in anger. "You're denying the clear evidence? So, all this while... you've been pretending to be a saint while cheating on me? Do you know how painful that is? You had sex with another man while you are pregnant with our baby!"

I shake my head, desperation creeping into my voice. "No, no, I... I'm not, I don't know that man. I rarely leave the house, how would I have time for cheating?".

Pamela sneers, stepping forward. "You're worse, you won't even admit it."

The situation is shifting against me, and the fact that they are cheating on me is suddenly forgotten, replaced by this fake picture and their accusations.

"Baby, please," I beg, my voice shaking with desperation, "Let's run some tests on this. I won't tell anyone about you and my sister. If this picture is true, I'll pack my things and leave."

Kyle laughs, "Wow, how gracious of you. There's no investigation here, you cheat, just admit it, and I don't care if you spread the word about me and Pamela. I'll be happy to do that."

My heart drops. "Kyle, please listen to me!".

He sneers, his voice dripping with disdain, "Take my name out of your mouth, you slut. I'm angry right now, and I don't want to do something horrible to you." He picks up his tie while Pamela helps him with it, and they share a kiss right in front of me. I feel a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears prick at the corners.

"Reflect on your shameful action," Kyle says, as he turns to leave.

Pamela holds him back, her voice taunting. "That's all you have to say to someone who's cheating on you?".

Kyle shrugs her off, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I have to go. The party will start soon." He pushes me out of the way, not caring that I am pregnant. I hit my back hard against the wall, feeling a sharp pain in my tummy.

"Ha!" I wince in pain, clutching my back as Kyle's indifference cuts deeper than his physical blow.

He walks away, leaving me alone with my sister, who taunts me with a smirk. "Wow, I can't believe Kyle will let you be after finding this out. He must have loved you a lot," Pamela says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she approaches me.

I glare at her, anger and hurt mixing in my chest. "You did this, Pamela. You're behind this fake picture, aren't you?" I accuse, my voice shakes.

Pamela's smile widens, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. But one thing's for sure, Kate - your perfect little life is crumbling down around you. I can't wait to see you down. Kyle is mine to begin with; you this slut took him from me!".

"You faked this picture!" I yell, my anger and hurt boiling over. Pamela's response is a hysterical laugh.

"Yes, baby, I did that! And I will do more!" Her laugh saturates the room.

But instead of getting angry, I glare at her with a newfound sense of triumph. My facial expression shifts from pain to delight, and I burst into laughter. Pamela is taken aback, confusion etched on her face.

But I just smile sweetly, my phone already in hand, recording our entire conversation.

I show her. "I knew you would admit it," I say, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now let's see how you'll deny this, and we'll see who the real slut is!"

Pamela's eyes widen in shock, her face pale as she realizes she has been caught red-handed.

She stutters, "What does this prove, uhn?" trying to form a denial.

"Kyle will decide that," I say, turning away, a triumphant smile on my face. I storm out of the room, phone still in hand, eager to confront Kyle with the truth. Pamela rushes after me, her heels clicking on the floor as she tries to catch up.

Before I can take any steps toward the staircase, Pamela's hands are on my back, shoving me with all her strength. I feel my balance give way, and my feet slip out from under me. I tumble down the stairs, the edges of each step driving into my stomach. Thud! Thud! My tummy keeps hitting the edge of the stairs, the pain ripping my heart out. I let out a loud scream, my voice echoing in the empty house.

My vision blurs with tears as I desperately try to protect my baby, but the relentless assault of the stairs makes it impossible.

My body finally comes to a stop at the bottom, crumpled and broken. Agony courses through every part of me, but the worst pain is the one I feel in my heart, a deep, gut-wrenching fear for my unborn child. Nothing must happen to him.

I hear Pamela's footsteps approaching, she spat "How dare you challenge me, uhn."

Summoning every ounce of strength, I clutch my stomach. Pamela gives me another kick in my stomach, which makes me lose my grip on the phone.

She quickly picks it up and deletes the recording. She sneers, "I don't know you could be this stupid, you lay your hand on evidence and you even show me!, Ha, Now, let's see how you will fight back, sis."

The moment is interrupted by the sudden purring of a car. Pamela glances up and watches through the window.

"Oh no, he's back already? He must not see the situation like this," she mumbles.

Pamela's sudden dramatics catch me off guard, and I watch in disbelief as she bangs her head on the ground, blood gushing out.

She moans and wails, her body writhing in exaggerated agony. I grit my teeth, my pain and anger forgotten in the face of her sudden action.

"Pamela, stop it!" I shout, but she ignores me, continuing her over-the-top performance.

Just then, Kyle enters, his eyes wide with concern. "Pamela, what's happening?" he exclaimed, rushing to her side. Ignoring me.

Pamela's wails grow louder, her body shaking with fake sobs. "Kate attacked me!" she wails, pointing a trembling finger at me.

"She's gone crazy! She pushed me from the stairs" Kyle's eyes narrow, his face darkening with anger.

"Kate, what did you do? How dare you hurt her, because she revealed your little secret, you want to kill her!" he growls, his voice menacing.

I struggle to my feet, my body screaming in protest. "I didn't do anything, Kyle!" my voice shaking with pain and frustration.

"She is the one that pushed me … She's faking it, can't you see?" But Kyle isn't listening.

He scoops up Pamela in his arms, cradling her like a child. "We need to get you to the hospital," he mutters.

I hold my stomach, as I feel a very sharp pain, “Kyle, our baby, our baby”.

He lifts Pamela up, “I don't care, I won't let you kill someone you this witch.. let's go”, he says as he wrapped his hand around her and left me in pain in the room.

As I watch them leave, I collapse to the ground, my body wracked with pain. I curl into a ball, my arms wrapped around my stomach as I sob uncontrollably.

The pain is like nothing I have ever felt before, like a knife twisting in my gut. I try to scream, but my voice is hoarse from crying.

I can feel the blood gushing out from between my legs, soaking my clothes and pooling on the floor.

"No, my baby!" I wail, my mind reeling with horror. "No, please! Baby…you have to live". The pain consumes me, and I feel myself slipping away.

I try to hold on, but my vision blurs and my body goes limp. As I pass out, I can feel my baby's life slipping away from me, and I know that I might never see my little one's face. The last thing I remember is the sound of my own screams as the pain rip my heart out.