Chapter 3 - The Shattered GlassThe first shove sent Khloe stumbling backward.
Her hip struck the edge of the marble table.
A champagne flute toppled from its surface.
CRASH.
Crystal exploded across the floor.
Khloe instinctively wrapped both arms around her stomach.
“Stop!”
Isabella advanced.
“Give Marcus an heir,” she hissed. “Then disappear. That was supposed to be my life.”
Khloe’s face drained of color.
“You need help.”
Isabella’s expression twisted.
“I need what you have.”
Then she shoved Khloe again.
Khloe collapsed to the floor.
Pain ripped through her abdomen.
She curled around her unborn child, tears spilling silently down her cheeks.
“Please,” she whispered.
Not to Isabella.
To God.
Please let my baby be okay.
Isabella looked down at her with terrifying satisfaction.
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For the first time, Khloe understood that this wasn't jealousy anymore.
It was hatred.
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