Michael was instantly furious. "So you're saying she hurt her own child to frame you? You're a mother too. Would you do something like that?"

I looked at him, hurling harsh words at me because of another woman, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"I already brought up breaking up last night. What right do you have to boss me around?"

Michael frowned, the anger in his eyes burning even fiercer than before.

"Sarah Mitchell! You're in the wrong here. I didn't do anything wrong, so why should we break up? You're going to handle everything for Lisa and Danny at the hospital today!

"If you don't handle it well... I remember your friend Emma runs a studio, right? I'm sure you wouldn't want to see all her hard work go to waste."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you threatening me?"

His voice was low as he replied, "Sarah, it's come to this because you forced my hand. Besides, after your parents died, I've been the one taking care of you.

"I've invested so much time and energy into you. As long as I don't agree to break up, you can forget about leaving!"

My heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer. It was shattered into pieces. Back then, he was the one who worried it wasn't safe for me to live alone and persuaded me to move in with him.

Now, just because he had taken care of me for three years, I no longer even had the right to break up with him. Not only that, but I was expected to swallow my pride and take care of his precious sister-in-law and nephew.

This was complete and utter humiliation.

I clenched my fists, letting my nails dig into my palms. Under Michael's watchful gaze, I forced a mocking smile and said, "Fine."

Lisa shot me a smug glance, then put on a fragile act as she said, "Sarah is still pregnant and needs to rest and recover. Having her handle all these things for us might be too exhausting for her."

Michael chimed in, "It's fine. The baby in her belly is healthy. A little hard work won't hurt."

Not only did Danny need checkups, but Lisa needed a physical exam too, and various medications were prescribed. Michael dumped all of these tasks on me.

Having just had a procedure done this morning, my body was already weak, and now with all this constant walking around, my stomach ached with a heavy, sinking feeling. Sharp pain spread throughout my entire body.

By evening, I had finally finished handling everything. I shoved the prescribed medications into Michael's arms and leaned against the hospital room door. My face was deathly pale.

Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm, "Oh my God! Look, she's bleeding!"

Everyone present immediately turned to look at me. I felt confused, only sensing a warm stream between my thighs. When I looked down, I saw blood streaming down my legs onto the floor.

It was post-abortion hemorrhaging!

Before I could react, intense pain swept through my entire body, followed by dizziness. I collapsed.

James Langford, the doctor who had performed my surgery earlier, was called over. Seeing my condition, he angrily accused, "Are you her husband? Do you realize the patient just had an abortion procedure this morning? Her body is still very weak and absolutely cannot handle physical strain!"