Betrayed Bride

The pain came in waves, each one stronger than the last. I gripped the edges of the hospital bed, my knuckles white as another contraction tore through me.

"Ava, stay with us," Dr. Mitchell's voice seemed distant despite her face hovering just above mine. "We're losing you."

I tried to focus on her words, but darkness crept at the edges of my vision. The monitors beeped erratically, their rhythm matching my faltering heartbeat.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore," I whispered, feeling something warm and wet spreading beneath me.

"That's it, Ava, push!" The nurse's voice was urgent. "The baby's almost here!"

But I couldn't push anymore. My body felt hollow, drained of all strength. The ceiling lights blurred into streaks of white as my vision tunneled.

"Blood pressure dropping! She's hemorrhaging!"

"Get more units of O-negative!"

"Charges ready on the defibrillator!"

Their voices faded in and out like a radio losing signal. I felt strangely calm as I watched them work over my body. Their movements became mechanical, disconnected from reality.

And then, suddenly, I was floating above them.

I watched Dr. Mitchell call out orders, her face tense with concentration. The nurse pressed gauze between my legs, blood immediately soaking through. Another nurse squeezed my hand, whispering encouragement I could no longer hear.

I drifted toward the door, passing through it like mist. The hospital corridor stretched before me, bright and sterile. I moved without walking, propelled by some invisible current.

Voices drew me down the hallway. Familiar voices.

I turned into a private room I didn't recognize. Inside, gathered around a mahogany desk, were the people I loved most in the world—and the people I was about to discover I never truly knew.

Drake stood tall and handsome in his tailored suit, his arm resting protectively around Giana's waist. Her pregnancy was visible now, her hand resting on the gentle swell of her belly. My mother-in-law sat rigidly in a leather chair, her pearls gleaming under the overhead lights.

"The problem has finally solved itself," Mrs. Bradley said, her voice cold with satisfaction. "Now we can correct Drake's youthful mistake."

Drake smiled—not the warm smile I'd fallen in love with in college, but something calculating and cruel. "I never wanted to hurt her," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. "But now we can move forward with our plans."

He slid a stack of papers across the desk. Legal documents. My will.

"With Ava gone," he continued, "we can divide her assets as we see fit. The trust fund from her grandmother alone is worth eight million."

Giana leaned closer to Drake, her hand finding his arm. "And the tech startup shares? Those are worth even more."

"Fifteen percent ownership," Drake confirmed. "We'll split it evenly between us."

Stone shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but said nothing. His eyes darted to the door as if wishing for escape.

"Stone will handle the property transfers," Mrs. Bradley added. "It's best if he's seen as the grieving brother-in-law