Chapter 4No More Us, Ex-Husband

Seeing that he was breathing rapidly and trembling all over, I tried my best to comfort him, but he still fell downstairs due to the tug.

The fetus' heartbeat stopped and I was bleeding heavily on the operating table and almost died.

From then on, he would watch me swallow the contraceptive pill after every monthly routine.

Susan heard the door and walked over.

She stroked her flat belly and said proudly, “Amber, I'm pregnant, you should know. I don't want my child to be born illegitimate."

She leaned closer to me, her voice brisk, "So, Amber, you and I are on a united front."

"I want to be in power, you want to get divorced and we each get what we want."

I snorted, "You're wrong. Just because I want a divorce doesn't mean I agree with you taking over."

"The third party is always the third party."

Maybe my words stung her. The smile on her face disappeared instantly and was replaced by anger.

“Who do you think you are? Can’t you even keep a man?”

“Do you really think Maxime doesn’t want a divorce because of you? He’s just not ready yet.”

“Men will have children with whoever they love and he doesn’t even want your child, even though you’re pregnant.”

She laughed like crazy and I froze in place.

The Douglas family kept this matter secret. Because that was my eternal pain and they didn't want their heirs to have this kind of scandal.

But Maxime told this woman so easily.

When I was stunned, the medicine bottle fell out of my pocket.

Susan picked up the medicine bottle and looked at the label on it, the mockery on her face getting even worse.

"What is this? An aphrodisiac? Have you not given up on Maxime yet?"

"It's so pitiful for a woman to use aphrodisiacs to keep a man."

I stared at her, unable to control the hatred in my heart.

The next second, I was hysterical, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and pouring it into her mouth.

"This was an abortion pill, specially prepared for you."

"Do you want to have a baby? I want to see if you can."

She turned pale with shock and struggled desperately.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door behind her and she broke away from my hand.

"Maxime, Amber, she… I don't know what medicine she gave me."

"Our child...my stomach hurts."

Maxime threw me to the ground and yelled, "What did you do to her?"

Susan was crying so hard that she was out of breath. Only I knew that she didn't swallow a piece of it.

Maxime glanced at the pills on the ground and was shocked.

After all, they had been married for six years and Maxime knew what kind of medicine it was.

Fluoxetine was contraindicated in pregnant women.

He hurriedly carried her into the bathroom and helped her pick her throat to induce vomiting.

The filth was vomited all over the polished sink.

The man who used to frown for a long time even if my hair fell to the ground.

At this moment, he was cleaning the dirt around her mouth with his bare hands and he didn't feel disgusted at all.

After confirming that she was okay, he walked out with a pair of eyes that seemed to eat me alive.

“Amber, are you really so unable to tolerate a child?”

He could accept her child—but who would ever accept mine?

I stared blankly at the pills on the ground.

It was so ironic that as a psychiatrist, I suffered from depression.

But I knew exactly what I was doing, I wasn't out of control, I was just hating.

I sat feebly on the bed, but habitually remembered that I hadn't changed into home clothes yet.

It turned out that I had been trained by Maxime to think of his needs all the time.