Chapter 4

Panic flickered across Chloe’s features. Desperate, she tugged at Logan’s sleeve.

Logan adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, stepping forward with an air of professional solemnity that made the onlookers temporarily forget he had just ripped out a handful of my hair.

“Enough! Serena, how can you be so vicious? Isn’t it enough that you killed an innocent child? Now you want to desecrate his corpse?!”

Looking thoroughly heartbroken, he turned to address the crowd.

“I am the chief of pediatrics here. If an infant were in distress, do you think I wouldn’t recognize it?”

“The baby was breathing normally while Chloe held him. It was only after Serena touched him that he stopped breathing.”

I stared at him in utter shock. Until today, I never could have fathomed that Logan would push me into the flames over and over again without batting an eye.

Just this morning, I had been carefully arranging a surprise for our fifth wedding anniversary.

Hearing Logan’s confirmation, Rachel snapped completely.

She grabbed my shirt, dragging me toward the infant’s lifeless body.

“Bitch! Kneel down and beg my baby for forgiveness!”

The surrounding crowd ignited in righteous indignation, shouting threats and demanding that I be taught a lesson.

Out of the corner of my eye, I even saw someone raising a metal cane.

A bone-deep chill gripped me. I struggled desperately to pull away, but Logan stepped behind me and kicked the back of my knee with brutal force, sending me crashing to the hard tile.

“Serena, as your husband, I cannot shield you. Wrong is wrong. This is the least you can do to atone.”

With that, he turned to the bystanders with righteous nobility.

“Everyone, even though I am the department head, I won't interfere. Please, help me correct my wife’s heinous behavior.”

The moment he finished speaking, he teamed up with Rachel, their hands shoving down hard on the back of my neck.

Under the crushing physical and emotional torment, I clutched my stomach, glaring up at Logan with tear-filled, desperate eyes.

“Logan, stop… you can’t do this… I’m pregnant with our—”

Before I could finish the sentence, Logan shoved my forehead violently into the floor. A sickening thud echoed, and Rachel smiled with twisted satisfaction.

Leaning close to my ear, Logan hissed in a low, rushed whisper:

“Serena, I know you didn’t do it. There’s nothing going on between me and Chloe either. But she’s just an intern, a fragile young girl—she can’t survive a scandal like this.”

“You have to take the fall for her just this once. Don’t worry, once the mob calms down, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

The second he finished the whisper, he slammed my head into the tile a second time without the slightest hesitation.

I squeezed my eyes shut, scalding tears burning paths down my bruised cheeks.

Just as my forehead struck the ground for the third time, Logan prepared to step back and let the enraged crowd take over.

Suddenly, a bystander gasped in horror:

“Wait… look! She’s bleeding!”

Logan froze. Glancing down at the dark red stain spreading beneath my scrubs, a horrifying realization dawned on him.

“What…? Are you… pregnant?”

Looking down at the blood pooling across the floor, an eerie, absolute calm settled over my shattered heart.

“Do you want to know why we never had a baby in five years? Because your sperm motility was practically nonexistent. You were completely sterile.”

“This child was a miracle I fought through hell and months of secret treatments to carry. But now… Logan, you don’t deserve to ever have a child in this lifetime.”

Logan staggered back as if struck by lightning, his head shaking in denial. “No… that’s impossible. How could it be this convenient?!”

Right on cue, Lisa pushed through the crowd, accompanied by two uniformed police officers.

Chloe panicked. Assuming the broken cameras left no evidence, she puffed out her chest and yelled to the officers:

“Officers! This woman killed my nephew first! She brought this on herself, you have to arrest her!”

Bystanders chimed in, eager to align with authority: “That’s right, officers! We saw everything! Her miscarriage is karma for what she did!”

Supported by Lisa, I didn't bother arguing with the mob. My icy gaze swept over the self-righteous crowd before landing directly on Chloe and Logan.

Slowly, I pulled a sleek digital voice recorder from my pocket.

“Unfortunately for you two, while the ceiling cameras might be broken, every single word spoken here was captured on this device.”

“Framing a colleague, assault, defamation, manslaughter… not a single one of you is walking away from this.”