Hazel stood next to Ethan, her gaze full of venom.
“Ethan, she still doesn’t know how to repent. Clearly, she still hasn’t learned her lesson.”
Ethan sneered. “We’ll see who ends up regretting this. Hazel, go get a rope.”
Hazel understood instantly. She rummaged in the living room, returned with a rope, and walked toward me.
I dragged my bloodied body and retreated. My eyes were filled with terror as I asked, “What are you doing?”
But all I got in return were their faces twisted with excitement.
They tied my hands and feet together. They then dragged me out of the house by the rope. Blood smeared the floor behind me in a long, terrible trail.
They dragged me to the edge of the pool. Ethan kicked me into the water.
I couldn’t move with my limbs bound, so I sank straight to the bottom in despair.
The pool water rushed into my nose and mouth—I was suffocating. Just when I thought I was going to die, Ethan yanked the rope and pulled me back up.
“Have you learned your lesson, Audrey? Do you dare to cheat on me again?”
I gasped for air, but the pain in my abdomen kept sinking deeper and deeper.
I had taken prenatal classes with Jeremiah. I knew what was happening. The trauma had triggered early labor.
Although I knew the chances of saving the baby were slim, I couldn’t give up hope. I begged Ethan again.
“I was wrong. I’ll never do it again. Please, spare me and the baby. I’m going into labor. Please call an ambulance. I’m begging you…”
Ethan spat at me. “Even now, you’re still thinking about that child? You clearly haven’t learned a lesson! There’s no way I’m letting that child leave the Moore residence alive!”
With that, he raised his foot again, ready to kick me back into the pool.
I closed my eyes in despair. Fear of drowning filled my heart.
Just then, the front door of the villa slammed open.
Jeremiah rushed over, panic written all over his face as he shouted, “Stop right there!”
