Bella pov.
I touched my rising baby pump. The baby in my belly responded by rubbing its hands and feet as if it felt my touch, which made me very happy.
My name is Bella and I'm eight months pregnant. If all goes well, our home will be adding a new family member soon.
At this moment, I heard the maids outside the door discussing something. Although they were whispering, I could still hear them.
"I heard that Master Stinson had returned."
"What? This is huge. I haven't seen him for almost half a year."
"Master Stinson is downstairs meeting with Master Stettner, should we inform Mrs. Bella?"
Hearing what the maid said, I was shocked.
My husband, Stinson, is back? Is it because of the baby in my belly?
A wave of ecstasy surged through my heart. I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm.
But how could I calm down under this circumstances? Stinson and I were married by family arrangement, and we only met once on our wedding night. After that I never saw him again. Today I finally got to see him.
The baby in my belly may have felt my excitement and began to rub against me in my belly, and I hurriedly rubbed my belly in response to the baby.
"Dear baby, don’t worry. Mommy is fine. Daddy does not like mommy, but it doesn’t matter. As long as daddy can come to see his baby, mommy will be very happy."
I have always harbored the dream that maybe Stinson will become gentle after he knows he has a child with me. When our child is born, we will be a happy and warm family. It would be great if the dream could come true.
I walked to the door of my room and opened it. The two maids at the door were startled.
"Take me downstairs. I want to meet my husband." I said to the maids. They were very professional and immediately helped me downstairs.
As I reached the stairway, I heard the sound of arguing coming from downstairs. I looked down, and saw that Master Stettner was arguing fiercely with Stinson. I froze for a moment and then I shifted my gaze to Stinson, the man I had been dying to see.
I saw a woman standing beside him. This woman was actually holding hands with him. A stuffy breath rushed up my throat from my chest, making it very difficult for me to breathe. I suddenly felt dizzy. I bit my lips hard and clenched my hands into fists, barely holding myself together from passing out.
"Stinson, you fucking bastard! What do you mean by that? Do you still consider Bella your wife?" Master Stettner was furious and roared at Stinson.
My husband, Stinson was dressed in a black trench coat. This tall man had a handsome appearance, but he had a pair of obsidian eyes, cold and emotionless.
"Father, I have never acknowledged this bitch as my wife. The woman I want to marry has always been Kelsey."
Hearing Stinson’s words, the woman beside him braced herself with pride.
Tears began to well up in my eyes as I heard his words. The image of a happy family in my head instantly broke into a million pieces.
"You shut the fuck up! Do you know that Bella is pregnant with you baby and will soon be in labor? How dare you bring this woman here!"
Master Stettner's face turned red with anger at his words. I saw him stride up to Stinson and give him a slap.
"Pow!" A very loud bang.
After Stinson got a slap on his face, he did not fight back, but only spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. His eyes slightly sulky. He glared at Master Stettner and shouted at him angrily.
"Why couldn’t I? If you hadn't gotten me drunk on the day of the wedding, I wouldn't have slept with that bitch. The kid wouldn’t be coming into my life. Let me tell you, I even suspect that what she has in her belly is a bastard she got out of an affair with another man."
Bastard from an affair?
He actually humiliated me like this! My legs were trembling, and I couldn’t help it. As I struggled to hold the hand on the stairs handle, tears finally fell with a clatter.
"To put it bluntly, the bastard in her belly should never have come into this world." Extremely cruel words spilled out of Stinson's mouth.
I couldn't believe that a so-called father could do this to his child, that he even said his child didn't deserve to come into this world.
I just felt as if something had stabbed me hard in my chest, and a sharp heart-wrenching pain came immediately afterwards. Things in front of me began to spin. I couldn't hear the quarrel downstairs.
"Oh god! Mrs. Bella! Mrs. Bella is bleeding!"
The maid beside me shouted. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, as if something wet and sticky was running down my thighs and onto the floor.
Stinson looked up and saw me, with that look as if he had seen something frightening. His expression, which had always been cold, looked a little panicked right now.
"Stinson! You are really cruel. You can hate me and curse me, whatever you want. But that's your own child in my belly! Is your own child really not worthy to come into this world? How... how can you say that! Won’t you feel guilty...for the rest of your life? How...can you sleep at night?"
I used up my last bit of strength and shouted at him with hoarse cries. Then I went blank and passed out. The last thing I could remember was the sight of Stinson's panicked expression, and his mouth opening and closing, but I could no longer hear his voice.
Stinson pov.
A few minutes later, Bella was taken to the hospital by my father and the maid. My father didn't even look at me. He just followed Bella to the hospital.
I returned to my villa.
"Stinson, don't worry. This has nothing to do with you. Forming an alliance by marriage is out of date now. As far as I’m concerned, the one in that woman's belly must be a bastard that she had with another man..."
"Shut up! It’s a family thing. Who do you think you are to interfere with my family affairs?”
Kelsey's words made me feel even more annoyed., so I interrupted her impatiently. I was in a very bad mood.
She immediately shut her mouth and meekly stood aside, never daring to speak again.
I felt my mind was confused, my heart was torn, and I did my best to control myself. I sent Kelsey back to her room and sat alone at my desk in the study, waiting for news from the hospital.
"Ding ding ding!"
I quickly picked up the phone. It was Quinn, my assistant.
"Mr. Stinson, Mrs. Bella died because she couldn't be resuscitated from the hemorrhage."
I was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked, "Where's the baby in her belly?"
"One baby is fine."
One baby is fine? What does that mean? I realized that things seemed to be moving into a direction I had not expected.
"Mrs. Bella was carrying triplets, and two of them didn’t survive." Quinn went on to explain.
"I was supposed to have three children, but now I have one?" I was completely frozen.
"Yes, I’m afraid so. The only one survived was a boy and has been carried away by Master Stettner." Quinn's voice was full of regret.
"No, no, it can’t true! Tell me it's not true!" I roared into the phone.
"Mr. Stinson, I will send you the information ......"
A buzzing in my head surfaced with an irritation and anger that was beyond my control. I punched the table and then swept all the things placed on it to the floor. Various cracking sounds echoed through the room as I grabbed my chair and threw it hard to the side of the house.
Kelsey quickly ran into my study.
"Stinson, what's going on?" Kelsey screamed at the sight of the messy room and then ran to me, "Your hand is bleeding! Let me bandage it for you."
"Bella, that damn woman! She's dead. She's actually dead and has taken my baby!" I shook off her hand angrily. I didn't feel any pain, probably because my heart hurt more.
"Stinson, they are not your babies! Those in Bella's belly are bastards!" Kelsey was stunned for a moment, and suddenly she shouted at me.
"Shut the fuck up!!! I don't need you to tell me what's in her belly!" I couldn't help but get angry and yell at Kelsey, "I'm telling you right now, they are my babies. You get your ass back to your room."
Kelsey looked at me, tears of indignation in her eyes. Then she turned and walked out.
"Beep beep!"
It was the sound from the fax machine I had swept to the floor. A photo was faxed over.
I walked over blankly to pick up the photo, which showed a baby with a round face and half-mimicked eyes, lying in its crib, biting its fingertips.