Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 88

Jace kicked aside the last shards of ceramic, watching Sonia sweep up the mess before letting Alona drag him toward the door. Just as he was about to leave, he paused, glancing back at Wiona curled up in the corner. His voice was cold and flat. “You’ll get better.”

He honestly thought she was just sick. That was the only explanation for how she’d slipped out of his control. With the right pills, carefully managed, she’d go back to being the obedient, gentle wife he wanted.

The second the door slammed shut, Wiona shoved her fingers down her throat. She fought to swallow her sobs, struggling to keep quiet as her body convulsed with violent retching. Dragging the blanket off the bed, she buried her face in it, forcing herself to throw up until her fingers scraped the back of her throat.

Finally, with a shudder, she vomited up every drop of the medicine. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body limp and shaking as she lay sprawled on the floor. She kept retching until she tasted bile, then slowly, shakily, pressed her hand to her stomach.

“Babies, you have to hang in there,” she whispered. “Don’t let any of that poison hurt you, please? Mommy’s sorry. I should’ve protected you.” Her voice broke. “But I can’t lose you. Please, just stay with me. Don’t leave me too.”

She took a steadying breath. She had to pull herself together. She wiped the mess from her mouth and the tears from her face, then pushed herself up from the floor. Moving quietly, she pressed her ear to the door. Voices drifted in from the hallway. Alona and Sonia.

“…another hour and it should be over…”

“…clean up afterward…”

“…don’t wait for her to die…”

“…we’ll be in deep trouble…”

“…don’t let him find out…”

So Alona really did want to force a miscarriage. The anger inside Wiona burned so hot she didn’t even notice her nails digging into her palms until the sting snapped her back to reality. She forced herself to think straight. She’d tried to throw up as much as she could, but who knew how much her body had already absorbed? In an hour, Sonia would come check on her. If nothing had happened, they’d make her drink another bowl of that stuff, either tonight or tomorrow. Would she be able to get rid of it again? She couldn’t risk it.

She had to get out in the next hour.

Rain pounded against the windows. Wiona tried the door, but the lock was set from the outside. She couldn’t open it, but maybe she could make it harder for them to come in.

She glanced around the room. The bed was way too heavy to move, but the nightstand was just small enough. Even though she felt weak, her body drained from hunger and vomiting, she pushed the nightstand across the floor, inch by inch, until it was wedged up against the door.

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