My Husband Aborted Our Child For His Mistress

His gaze lingered on my face with a flicker of hesitation. Just as he was about to help me up, someone behind him held him back.

"Chandler, I'm in pain..." Paige whimpered softly against Chandler's chest, tears streaming down like a broken string of pearls.

Chandler's expression instantly became tense. Without even glancing at me, he turned and hurriedly carried Paige out of the room.

As I watched them leave, darkness engulfed me, and I fell to the floor, hitting my head hard.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital room.

The door creaked open, and Aarav, the assistant, entered.

"Mr. Oliver asked that when you wake up, you join him at the chapel to pray for Miss Jensen. The car is already waiting at the entrance."

Swallowing my sadness, I nodded and held back my tears.

Fine. Once this is done, I can leave for good.

On the way to the chapel, Chandler cradled Paige in his arms, while I sat alone up front. The two of them were so wrapped up in each other, it was like I didn't even exist.

I chose not to dwell on it and instead gazed out the window.

Then, a piercing screech of brakes shattered the silence.

It was followed by a series of urgent collisions and the sound of shattering glass.

Before losing consciousness, I saw Chandler rushing towards me, "Evelyn, don't worry, I'm here to help you."

But in the next moment, at Paige's frantic cries, he immediately turned and lifted her in his arms.

"Chandler, Chandler..."

I called out his name, desperately reaching my hand out to stop him from leaving with Paige.

Chandler heard me, but kept Paige close.

"Paige is bleeding; she needs to get to the hospital immediately. Just hang in there, help will be here soon."

Feeling helpless, I closed my eyes as tears blurred my vision.

An hour later.

Chandler's people couldn't find me at the crash site, and he sent me a message.

"Let me know you're okay. I'm tied up with Paige here. I'll come see you later."

I didn't reply.

That night, before boarding the plane for a fresh start, Chandler called again.

I ignored it, blocked all his contacts, and tossed the SIM card.

From then on, Chandler Oliver was no longer a part of my life.