For His Missing Ex, I Lost Nine Months of Pregnancy

On the day I turned nine-month pregnant, Thalia Fenty, my husband’s beloved ex, was kidnapped.

All the evidence found in her room pointed straight to me.

Without asking a single question, without giving me a chance to explain, Cortland Dorance, my husband, tied me up and dragged me onto the frisbee. It was a cruel contraption of his own design. He wanted me to confess his ex’s whereabouts.

“Even nine months pregnant, you’re still not worth a single toe of Thalia’s! You’d better tell me where she is, or else—”

A dagger, meant only to threaten me, whistled through the air and veered off course—embedding itself straight into my chest.

I instantly collapsed into a pool of blood. For a moment, I truly thought he might feel remorse. But instead, I only heard him furiously blaming me.

“You brought that on yourself, Saylor!”

He had no idea… I was the largest investor behind his company.

When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor told me my baby couldn’t be saved. My heart went cold like all life had drained from it.

At that moment, I made two decisions.

First, I would pull all my investments and drag Cortland’s company into ruin.

Second, I would divorce Cortland and leave that bastard forever!

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Saylor’s POV

Once the decision was made, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I instructed my assistant to prepare the divorce agreement immediately—the sooner, the better.

It was also time I called my parents.

“Mom. Dad. I’m withdrawing my investment from Dorance Industries. I’m divorcing Cortland. I’m coming home to take over the family company.”

“My good girl,” Mom said, relief clear in her voice. “You’ve finally come to your senses! Don’t worry. We’ll prepare everything right away!”

As I listened to their voices on the phone, I lowered my eyes to my belly.

It used to be round and full, as big as a watermelon. Now, it was flat.

Only the jagged scar across my abdomen reminded me that there had once been a child growing inside me—a baby due in just a few days.

Nine months. That child had almost made it into this world!

But because of Cortland’s blind rage and mistrust, my baby had died before it even had a chance to be born!

After ending the call, I turned to the hospital staff, intending to request the baby’s body.

But before I could, I walked straight into Cortland’s assistant Kenney Quainton and the surgeon who had performed my C-section.

Their conversation froze me in place.

“President Dorance said it himself,” Kenney said. “A woman like Saylor doesn’t deserve to give birth to his child.”

He sneered. “Good thing you all moved quickly. The moment the baby was cut out, you smothered it. She had just passed out—no way to tell whether the baby died inside her or on the operating table.”

The doctor’s voice trembled. “H-Hey, you promised… No one would ever find out.”

My eyes widened. My hand flew up to cover my mouth, stifling a scream.

“Relax,” Kenney replied nonchalantly. “Besides you and me, only President Dorance knows.”

He let out a mocking laugh.

“That baby died because Saylor deserved it. She dared to be jealous of the CEO’s ex and dared to criticize him at the company for slacking off… She thought just because her family’s powerful, she could walk all over him? President Dorance just taught her a little lesson.”

A loud bang echoed inside my skull, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. It felt like a second dagger had pierced straight through my heart.

So… I lost my child not because I got into the accident. It wasn’t the umbilical cord wrapping around and suffocating him. My child had died—because Cortland had never intended for our child to live!

My knees gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the cold, hard floor.

The pain… It was unbearable. It was like a gaping hole opened in my chest, and nothing could fill it.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

For Cortland, Thalia was not just an ex-girlfriend. She was the one that got away.

Five years ago, they had been on the verge of marriage. But at the time, the Dorances were under siege from a rival corporation and teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

That’s when they chose me.

I was the perfect daughter-in-law, with a hefty money and financial backing that could rescue their empire.

Cortland and Thalia were torn apart by his parents. He was forced to marry me—his secret longtime admirer.

And with the money I gave to marry him, plus the secret investments I made behind the scenes, the Dorances were pulled back from the edge.

Back then, I didn’t even know about Thalia’s existence. I was just happy I could marry Cortland.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t love me, I told myself. I was young—I believed that as long as I gave enough, he’d eventually love me too.

That fantasy shattered a year ago when Thalia returned to the States.

From then on, Cortland rarely came home. He even stopped answering my calls.

I stayed up late while heavily pregnant, helping him resolve boardroom conflicts. Meanwhile, he had blocked me on every platform.

Whenever I urged him to return to the company, he’d accuse me of micromanaging. Late at night, wracked with severe pregnancy symptoms, I’d called to ask where he was. And every time, he couldn’t wait to hang up.

And yet, whenever I started to suspect something, he’d suddenly show up at home, smiling gently, cradling my belly and talking dreamily about our future as a family of three.

With that, I convinced myself he was just overwhelmed with work. And so I stopped doubting him or complaining.

Until that day—when Thalia was kidnapped, and all the clues at the scene pointed to me.

Cortland didn’t even ask me questions. He just straight up tied me up and threw me into that brutal frisbee, using real blades to scare me into confessing.

But I knew nothing at all!

Then one of those blades went off track and struck my chest.

And at that moment, I finally realized—in his heart, I had never meant anything at all.

Every time he ignored me… Every time he brushed me aside… he was with her.

I hadn’t known they had already rekindled their secret affair. But in his mind, I had known everything.

He believed every call, every plea, every demand I made… was a threat born out of jealousy.

And because of that self-righteous misunderstanding… he murdered our child to punish me!

Remembering how absurd that was, I let out a bitter laugh and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Cortland’s Dorance Industries… I was the one who saved it.

Now, it’s time I take everything back!