Where's My Baby?

ROSALIE'S POV~

"I see..." she muttered to herself, the words reverberating in the car. The suffocating air in the vehicle seemed to grow even thicker and thicker. 

“I'll help you." Chloe attempted to smile, but her lips remained frozen, unmoved by the effort. I turned away, gazing out the window as the car pulled away, my chest feeling tight and constricted.

Chloe parked the car on a side street, a deserted place that would hopefully provide a shield from Damien’s watchful gaze. I dialed my lawyer’s number, who promptly arrived with a fresh set of divorce papers. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted them, carrying them back to Chloe’s waiting car.

Chloe’s hand was firm as she offered me the pen. Her face was impassive, but I could sense the barely contained excitement, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. With a shaky hand, I took the pen and began to sign the papers, my vision blurring as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The letters on the page seemed to swirl and dance before me, becoming increasingly illegible with each passing second.

My world was spinning out of control, and I felt myself slipping into a haze of confusion and sadness. I closed the file, my hand numb as I raised it towards Chloe, who swiftly took possession of the documents.

As she leafed through the pages, ensuring everything was properly signed, her features radiated a glow of triumph that she tried—and failed—to conceal. I couldn’t suppress a small sniffle, followed by a heavy sigh. “Make sure Damien signs it, Chloe. Make sure.” My words were cold and commanding.

With those final words, I slammed the car door shut and turned away, my eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Just before I could walk away, Chloe called. "Big sister." Her voice was dripping with insincerity, like a mask she'd carefully crafted to hide the truth. I flinched at the sound, a wave of disgust washing over me at the thought of this treacherous woman who'd betrayed my trust.

A forced smile twisted my lips, an outward façade to match her own. “You look tired, how would you even get home? My mind wouldn't just let me see you walk those distances.”

She tilted her head to the side, feigning concern, but her charade was wearing thin, like a torn veil barely concealing the ugliness beneath. I shook my head, a dismissive gesture to wave away her false concern.

“I'm fine. Thanks for the concern, Chloe, but my task is done here.” I tried to step past her, but she moved to block my path, flashing a sickeningly sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Here…” She sidestepped me, dashing to her car and returning with a bottle of water, which she held out to me with a sympathetic expression. “I need you to hydrate. I don't know how the body of pregnant women works but I know you need something to cool off. Please take this.” Her voice was suddenly soft and warm, but I couldn’t help but wonder if it was just another trick, another layer of deceit to mask her true motives.

As my gaze fell upon the proffered bottle, I hesitated, warring emotions waging a battle within me. I was physically and emotionally drained, the stress of the pregnancy and my crumbling life eroding my strength, but something about Chloe’s gesture felt suspicious. Still, my body cried out for hydration, and I accepted the bottle, popping the cap off with a twist. As the cool liquid flowed down my parched throat, realization dawned on me with terrifying speed—the seal had already been broken.

“You… you,” I sputtered, unable to form the words as my vision began to blur with tiny dots, my legs giving way beneath me. Chloe caught me before I hit the ground, whispering words of comfort that fell on deaf ears.

“Shh… shh, it’s okay. Relax,” she cooed, her voice taking on a sinister edge as she pulled me toward the car, the darkness that was threatening to claim me rushing closer with every step.

I struggled against her hold, a wild panic coursing through my veins, my gaze frantically darting about in search of help. But I was alone, utterly vulnerable, and as the car door slammed shut, darkness took over.

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As consciousness returned, I was assaulted with the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, my body wracked with pain as I shifted on the hard surface beneath me. I gasped out loud, wincing as the light blinded me.

I tried to move, but agony lanced through every nerve in my body. My heart pounding, I attempted to roll onto my side, only to realize something was terribly wrong.

I found myself in a room drenched in shadow, the fluorescent light the only source of illumination. The walls were stained, the floor littered with discarded surgical tools and other objects I couldn't identify.

My heart chilled as the scene sank in, and I tried to sit up, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness. Blood rushed to my head, and I realized I was lying on a cold metal table, beneath me, dried blood stains marring the white sheet.

"No, no!" I whispered, my voice breaking as my hand flew to my belly. My breath hitched, panic seeping into every cell of my body as I realized something had happened.

My hand fell to the short gown I wore, stained with dry blood. I screamed.

"Be quiet, would you?!" The shrill command sliced through the air, silencing my screams. I flinched, my head snapping towards the direction of the voice.

A group of people dressed in white, surgical masks covering their faces and bloodstained gloves on their hands, marched towards me. All the color drained from my face, and the truth hit me hard.

"My baby... Please where's my baby? What did you do to my baby?" I cried out, my body trembling as pain lanced through me.

Clutching my bloodied gown, I watched as my sanity shattered before me. "No! God, please don't do this to me!" I screamed, my own voice echoing in the room as I rolled off the table, my body slamming onto the hard, dirty floor.

Several hands lifted me, treating me like a rag doll, carrying me back to the cold table I had been on before.

"Please... Where is my baby? I want to see my baby!" My mind was collapsing, my fingers shaking as I clutched tightly onto one of the men who returned my gaze, expressionless.

The man shared a look with his cohorts, who all nodded in silent understanding.

"Your baby..." His voice was emotionless, devoid of any humanity. "Your baby is no longer here."

My world collapsed around me, the fragments of my life shattered in that single moment. Everything I had hoped for, the names I had chosen for my baby, the plans I had made to escape Damien, all of it crumbled to dust. My hand slipped from the man's grasp, and I crumpled to the floor, sobs wracking my body.

"Why?" The word was a whisper, a plea. My eyes unfocused, my mind reeling as I lost all sense of reality.

"A big shot ordered us to do so. We can't question him," the man replied,

My cries intensified, my mind recalling the tainted water Chloe had offered me.

"Please, give me the name," I begged. "I just want the name. That's all. Do you want my money? Take it all. I'll give you anything. I'm useless now."

The woman among them took a step towards me, her expression softening. "His name is Damien Wyatt. Your husband. I'm sorry, but he wanted you to get rid of the bastard in your tummy."

Like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me, my sobs stopped, my body freezing as something within me snapped.

A cold rage consumed me, a fury that would forever change who I was. Slowly, I turned to the men, taking in their features, memorizing every line and curve before turning away, my body weak, but my resolve unshakable.

My heart shattered, I looked up at the night sky, cackling manically, my hair gripped tightly in my fists as my eyes filled with tears. Fate hated me so much but that was alright now.

I wouldn't wait for Karma to catch up on those who had wronged me now.

I'd be their Karma.

I aimlessly wandered the streets, my mind focused on one thing: brutal revenge. The urge to destroy Damien and Chloe consumed me.

I passed by a local pub, people huddled inside, eyes glued to the television, muttering to each other. My gaze was hollow, my heart empty as I limped on. But then a name stopped me in my tracks.

"It is again notable that Ezra Montgomery had lost again to Damien Wyatt, who still keeps topping the business chart of the year..." The words echoed around the pub, cutting through the din of the crowd.

My blood ran cold. My gaze hardened. I knew what I had to do.

If I had built with Damien Wyatt these years, keeping him afloat in the business world… Why wouldn't I be the reason why he sinks?