Revenge Of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chloe's kitchen, but Racheal's life had ch

is heart had long moved on, and his eyes no long

, but Racheal's stubborn heart

shift inside her. "It's just you and me now, little one," she

he'll see what he's missing. Maybe he'll realize we're worth fighting for." But even as she thought

ts. Dr. Harper's words about stress lingered in her mind like an unshakable sh

that sharp, biting tone of reality

ack. But Racheal couldn't help but hold on to that ti

he managed. The steady rhythm of serving customers, washing dishes, and mopping floo

hile the hum of the restaurant buzzed behind

grip on the cup she was washing slipped. The glass shattered again

. She stumbled back, clutching the counter for support. Her vision blurred, and a p

ere hustling around her. She bent over, her back arching as another wave of contra

d over, her face stricken with fear. "Oh my Go

rla's words as she gasped for brea

ictor was nowhere in sight, and she was about to give birth witho

ke out, her hand gripping Carla

le another staff member tried to comfort Racheal. "H

he pain ripped through her body, she couldn

a futile gesture, an empty scream into the void. She had tried so hard to ho

ore intense, as Racheal's cries

gh it were her lifeline. The paramedics burst through the door, and

r side, kneeling next to her. "I'm he

ith a mix of pain, fear, and a flicker of re

n her own eyes. "I know, but you're strong, Rache

g words of comfort. She knew that Racheal's journey was far from over, but at that mo

love, lost it, and now she was fighting for something far more precious

led, Racheal clung to Chloe's presence, holding

to pick her up. And now, more than ever, Racheal needed that u

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in their hurried steps. She was placed onto a stretcher, her vision

ckered past her, each one a remi

shouted, pushing past the bustling crowd. Ra

ith every contraction. She clung to the side rails of the stretcher,

ncy room, Racheal's eyes caught si

but it was the woman on the other stretc

er face, and from the anguished cries that fille

n premature labor. Racheal's mind spun, calculating the timeline-Evelyn had gotten pregnant

d betrayal, Racheal couldn't deny the bit of

p control of the situation. "What shall we do? Every room is occupied, and we have two women in labor."

ing a mix of dread and helplessness. She glanced over at Eve

round, replaced by the harsh reality of the situation-two women

ng. "Doctor, please take my wife and save my baby!" he shouted, h

al could see his panic seeping through every

s. She watched Victor, her Victor, pleading f

she were invisible, as if her own cries of pain didn't matter at all. A cold, bi

hing her belly in agony. Racheal could see the doubt in her eyes, the struggle to balance duty and humanit

d again, his voice cra

rs and nurses moved, directing

eaving Racheal stranded in the hallway, clutching h

ind them, shutting her out of the o