My Poor Billionaire Husband

"You shameless creature! You didn't care for a decent dowry so you've sold yourself cheap!"

Clothes and art supplies were thrown at Emily Smith, scattering all over the floor.

She sat in the hallway, clutching a faded white canvas bag filled with her belongings, both personal and artistic. A gust of wind rushed through, an old painting board was also tossed away, grazing Emily Smith's face before falling onto the floor, leaving a streak of blood on her visage.

Emily barely had time to cry out in pain, as she hastily gathered her belongings, her tears blurring her vision.

Meanwhile, Sophia Smith continued to chastise: "You've slept with another man, but at the very least, couldn't you have chosen someone wealthy? Who knows, you might've transformed from a lowly caterpillar into a phoenix! Now you're carrying the worthless child of an unknown man, you can't even bring yourself to abandon it, with its father working at a hotel, what future could this bastard child have?"

No sooner than her mother had finished speaking, Emily heard her stepfather David loudly proclaim: "Make her abort and marry her off to the Johnson family's son! Now with her pregnant, we don't know how much dowry we can claim!"

Emily's room had long been transformed into her younger brother, John Smith's, video game room, with only a folding bed tucked into a corner as her sleeping place.

Now, even this last tiny corner had been taken from her.

"So young and already pregnant? She deserves to be kicked out."

"That's right, I heard she was engaged to the Johnsons, who would want such an immoral person?"

The neighbors hearing the commotion opened their doors to watch, pointing fingers and gossiping about Emily.

One sympathetic observer unable to bear the sight remarked: "It's about to rain, and the hallway window is broken. She's so young, staying here overnight, she'll fall ill?"

Enduring the penetrating gazes, Emily gritted her teeth and packed all her belongings into a single suitcase.

"Bang!" The door suddenly slammed shut before her, Emily gathering some of her belongings, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her abdomen had been kicked by her stepfather David and was yet to recover, causing her vision to darken from the pain.

A few minutes later, Emily regained her composure, squatted down, picked up the crumpled medical report from the ground, stuffed it into her bag, then struggled with her luggage down the stairs.

She couldn't just sit there and await her fate.

She had to find a way to survive for herself and her unborn child.

Night had fallen, dark clouds swirling ominously overhead, signalling a heavy summer rain.

"Boom~"

A flash of lightning jolted her, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she picked up her rustic luggage, walking step by step towards the Salaca Hotel.

Her mobile phone had run out of battery and shut down, the money on her had been stolen by Sophia Smith, she was left with no choice but to walk.

The Salaca Hotel was the largest seven-star hotel in the city, located on Financial Street at the heart of the city. Its 88-floor glass skyscraper was a unique landmark of the city.

Walking under the rain for almost an hour, Emily finally reached the entrance, anxiously taking shelter next to a flower bed.

Against the glaring lights in the background, she sat there, drenched and desolate, looking like a pitiful homeless person.

Because he worked there, she would wait. Eventually, he would come out, wouldn't he?

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long. Emily spotted a tall man in a vest hurrying out of the hotel not too far away.

Emily's eyes brightened, she dropped her luggage and ran towards the man, "James Williams..."

The man, called by name, halted and looked over at her, frowning.

Emily brushed her wet hair off her face with her hand, clutching the test result in her hand, trying to muster a smile, "Do you remember me? Three months ago, we..."

"I remember, what do you want?" The man curtly interrupted her.

Emily was taken aback, seeing the man impatiently checking his watch in front of her, she hurriedly spoke, "I'm pregnant and have been kicked out of my home... The baby is yours, could I stay at your place for a few days?"

Upon hearing this, James's expression, originally cold, turned frostier still, "I'll give you the money, go have an abortion."

"An abortion?"

She opened her mouth, only for darkness to swoop in before her eyes, and then she promptly collapsed.

Upon regaining consciousness, she found herself in a small, unfamiliar room, a thin blanket covering her.