My Endless Sorrow

The woman Lucas Kingston kept by his side was pregnant.

When I found out, I was shocked to realize that she was just as far along as I was.

In front of me, she gently caressed her rounded belly before settling herself onto Lucas’s lap.

"I heard that Miss Carter’s equestrian skills rival those of men. I’m quite curious and would love to see it for myself. Lucas, could you ask her to give us a demonstration?

“If she manages to please me…" She leaned in closer to him, her voice seductive.

"Tonight, you can have whatever you want."

Lucas’s gaze turned icy as it landed on me.

Though he said nothing, everyone present understood his intent.

My face drained of color as I pleaded desperately, "Lucas, please don’t do this! I’ll lose the baby!"

Laughter rippled through the crowd, while Lucas merely looked at me with disdain.

"If you lose it, you can always have another. Now get on the horse! If you can’t entertain her properly, don’t even think about leaving this racetrack tonight!"

The moment his words left his mouth, several people grabbed me and forced me onto the saddle.

The startled horse reared and took off in a frenzy. Every jolt sent unbearable pain through my abdomen.

I glanced back.

From the viewing platform, the two of them were already locked in a passionate embrace.

Clutching the reins with all my strength, I forced a bitter smile.

This was the seventh time. And the last.

From that moment on, I would never humiliate myself for anyone again.

The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my senses as I slowly awakened.

In the hospital room, only Lucas Kingston lounged on the sofa, lazily holding Vanessa Reed in his arms.

Not a single member of the Kingston family was present.

When Lucas noticed I had opened my eyes, he asked indifferently, “Awake?”

My face remained deathly pale as my gaze drifted to my noticeably flat abdomen.

Lucas stayed silent for a moment before letting out an impatient scoff.

“So you actually lost it. What a shame—it was already so far along.”

A numb, bitter smile tugged at my lips. Yes, seven and a half months.

Last night, Lucas had summoned me to the racetrack. Because of one careless remark from Vanessa, I lost count of how many laps I had ridden. All I knew was that, by the end, even breathing felt like agony.

Only when they had finally tired of their game did Lucas fasten the last button on his shirt and glance at me as he stood in the middle of the racetrack.

“That’s enough.”

Pale and gasping for breath, I climbed down from the horse.

A sharp pain and a damp sensation overwhelmed me as I stared blankly at Lucas, who was surrounded by his entourage.

Staggering a few steps, I collapsed onto the grass and reached out a trembling hand toward him.

“Lucas… call 911…”

Clutching my stomach, I gasped as beads of sweat rolled