Eight Months Pregnant: Living as the Police Chief's Secret

Marilyn shrieked, "You're the homewrecker who destroyed my son's family!"

My back slammed hard against the wall, and a sharp pain tore through my belly. Before I could react, the baby in my arms was yanked away and handed to Chelsea.

Then, the officers stepped forward, bristling with righteous anger. "Yeah, everyone in the precinct knows Harvey and Chelsea are together."

"If Chelsea hadn't provided us with useful leads, allowing us to close many major cases, Chief Lowe wouldn't have been promoted so quickly."

"You're just an ex-wife who only holds him back. Maybe you should be ashamed."

Providing useful leads? Closing major cases and being promoted?

It was ridiculous—I was the one who helped Harvey achieve all of that.

So not only had Chelsea stolen my title as Harvey's wife, but she had also taken all the credit for my work. Harvey had probably done it to give her a leg to stand on.

But why did I deserve this?

"You need therapy, not another baby. Sabotaging the chief's marriage is a criminal offense as well!"

"You harlot. Stop pretending to be Mrs. Lowe and ruining our party. Chief Lowe is too kind for his own good. If I were him…"

Harsh sneers and bitter whispers filled the air around me.

In the midst of the chilling atmosphere, I looked pale and weak as I faced the man who had put himself on a pedestal.

"Harvey…" I muttered weakly. "Why don't you tell them exactly how you got your position as chief?"

His fingers curled tightly. He turned toward me, a rare flicker of resentment gleaming in his usually indifferent eyes.

I laughed. "You said being at the front line was too dangerous, that you didn't want to risk your life and just wanted a safe post in the back. I agreed.

"After our engagement, you said your rank was too low and that you didn't feel deserving of me. So, I begged my father on your behalf.

"You complained that the cases were complicated and too hard to crack, so I worked day and night to give you leads. And now, this is how you repay—"

"Enough!" Harvey roared.

Striding over, he gripped my neck, his eyes bloodshot. "Stop with all of this nonsense! I got to where I am today purely because of my own effort. What does my success have to do with a piece of trash like you?"

A sharp pain shot through my neck, and the suffocating pressure made my vision go black. My face flushed and darkened with the strain.

The more determined I looked, though, the more furious it made him.

The high-ranking officials and socialites nearby seemed to catch on to something and started whispering among themselves.

A cold glint flashed in Chelsea's eyes as she saw the unfolding scene. She clutched the baby and dropped to her knees before me, sobbing.

"Sadie, I usually just ignore your crazy ramblings, but not today! You'll only ruin Harvey's future if you spew such nonsense at a place like this. Please, I beg you, stop this madness!"

She crawled forward and began hugging my leg as a plea for mercy.

Shocked, Harvey released my neck and bent down to help Chelsea up. In that split moment, she clung to my foot and flung herself into the distance.

She let out a scream, crying, "Fine, Sadie! Just kick me to death!"

Chaos ensued immediately. I barely had time to react before Harvey hysterically slapped me across the face. "Know your place, Sadie!"

My right cheek throbbed painfully. I was ready to counter with a backhand slap, but Marilyn kicked me from behind. Caught off guard, I stumbled into the antique display shelf.

As I collapsed to the floor, a searing pain shot through my belly and lingered. Then, a pool of blood formed between my thighs. Within seconds, my lower body was drenched red.

I sat in the crimson pool, feeling the agonizing pain in every inch of my body. It was as though I were falling apart.

"My belly… Harvey… I'm in pain…" I muttered, reaching a hand out toward him for help as tears glistened in my eyes.

Yet, the next second, Marilyn's figure filled my vision. She came forward and stepped on my hand, crushing my bones.

"Stop pretending, you witch! My son is not someone you can threaten!"

Tears blurred my vision. My lips quivered as I forced out a plea. "I'm not pretending… Take me to the hospital, Harvey…"

Harvey didn't even turn around to spare me a glance. Instead, he fussed all over Chelsea, carefully checking up on her.

"I've had enough of you, Sadie!" he spat out cruelly. "I don't care what else you have to say. Just apologize to Chelsea now! You're always using the baby as an excuse. Did you think I'd fall for it again?"

With that, he finally turned around and saw the blood pooling beneath me.

The disgust on Harvey's face dissolved instantly, replaced by fear. He knew exactly who I was, and he sure knew he couldn't stand by and do nothing.

I met his gaze as he became increasingly panicked.

Fighting through the agony, I forced the words out through gritted teeth. "Listen up, Harvey! If anything happens to our baby, you'll be our child's murderer! My family will make the Lowes pay! Now, take me to the hospital!"