On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 148

In her last moment of consciousness, she looked at Lance and saw a triumphant expression on his face.

He set me up. Damn him.

Her body went limp, and she slumped onto the sofa, the divorce agreement slipping from her fingers. Lance picked it up, tore it into pieces, and threw it in the trash. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her outside.

A cold rain had started to fall, but he didn’t bother with an umbrella. By the time they reached the car, they were both soaked. He placed her in the back seat and, to make sure she couldn’t escape if she woke up, tied her hands with his tie.

He drove through the downpour, the headlights cutting through the darkness, his expression unreadable.

He arrived at a private clinic and carried Jessica inside. “Where’s Dr. Allen?” he demanded.

Patricia Allen emerged, wearing a white lab coat. “I’m here.”

“She’s all yours,” Lance said, his voice flat.

Patricia pushed her glasses up her nose. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

He nodded, his resolve unwavering.

She sighed. “Alright, then. Come with me. We need to collect your sample first.” She handed him a small sterile cup. “In there.”

Lance walked into a dimly lit room. The walls were covered with erotic art, and a pornographic film was playing on a screen in the corner. His face remained a blank mask as he unbuckled his belt.

A few minutes later, he handed the cup to a nurse and went back to look at Jessica one last time before leaving.

The nurse approached Patricia Allen, whispering, “Professor, why are they doing IVF? They both seem perfectly healthy… and they’re so young.”

“He’s not my husband! We’re getting a divorce! Let me go!”

The doctor ignored her pleas and continued her work. Her job was to retrieve Jessica’s eggs for the IVF procedure. She had no time for a couple’s personal drama. Dr. Allen had brought this patient in; if there were any problems, it would be Dr. Allen’s responsibility.

To the doctor’s surprise, Jessica managed to break one of her restraints and nearly sat up.

“Anesthesia! Get the anesthesia!” the doctor shouted, pressing Jessica back down.

A nurse handed her a syringe. With swift, practiced movements, the doctor injected the drug into Jessica’s arm. Slowly, her body went limp again.

When Jessica next awoke, she was locked in a small room. The bloating and dull ache in her abdomen were a grim reminder of what had just happened to her.