My brain refused to comprehend the reality. Until Bryan's cold voice was enough to shatter my world.
"Good work. Besides, I never needed a baby from her anyway."
My trembling hand reflexively went to my stomach. The wound was still wide open. My chest felt tight.
The doctor walked out the door without realizing I had heard everything.
I grabbed my phone and called Bryan with trembling hands. I wanted to ask him why he did this. Why he could kill our baby. And for pretending to love me for three years.
But the voice that answered wasn't his.
"Hello, sis? How does it feel to wake up alone in a hospital bed? Let me explain everything. Bryan loves me, you were just a tool to achieve my dreams. To explain everything, you can check my social media."
Livia hung up before I could say a word. Breathing heavily, I opened her social media account.
[Finally participating in Europe's best culinary competition!]
On the screen, Livia smiled broadly while holding the competition's golden ticket. Bryan's arm was wrapped around her waist.
My eyes widened. One photo and a caption stabbed me more than any knife could. Everything finally made sense.