The rooftop restaurant shimmered under golden lights. Crystal glasses chimed softly. The city skyline glowed beyond the terrace railings.
I had waited years for this moment.
Years of failed treatments. Quiet tears in sterile clinics. Prayers whispered into pillows.
My hands trembled as I rose from the table.
“I have something to share,” I said, my voice quivering with happiness. “I’m pregnant.”
I had imagined cheers.
Tears.
Relief.
Instead, silence crashed down over the table.
Ethan stared at me, stunned, as if the air had left his lungs.
And then—
Laughter.
Sharp. Cutting. Cruel.
Diana.
My mother-in-law threw her head back, gripping the edge of the table.
“Oh, this is rich!” she barked. “After all your ‘miracles’? You expect us to believe this now? She’s faking it. Trying to squeeze money out of this family!”
The words struck harder than any slap.
“That’s not true,” I whispered.
“Enough!” she snapped, rising so fast her chair scraped violently across the stone floor.
Before anyone could react, she lunged toward me.
Her fingers dug into my arm.
“You want proof?” she hissed. “Let’s see how committed you are to this lie.”
Gasps erupted around us.
“Mom, stop!” Ethan shouted, scrambling to his feet.
But Diana was already dragging me backward.
Toward the railing.
I felt cold metal against my lower back.
There was no time to process.
No time to scream properly.
Her shove came suddenly.
Brutally.
My body hit the edge before gravity took over.
For one suspended heartbeat, I saw the lights above me.
Then the world flipped.
The fall was a blur of air and terror.
Impact came like lightning—violent, blinding, stealing the air from my chest. Pain exploded through my body. Sound distorted. Voices warped into distant echoes.
Darkness folded in.
When I surfaced again, I was inside an ambulance.
Red lights flashed.
Sirens screamed.
Ethan’s voice trembled somewhere close, pleading for me to stay awake.
Then nothing.
When I opened my eyes next, white ceilings hovered above me.
Hospital monitors beeped steadily.
Ethan sat beside the bed, his face drained of color, his hands shaking as if he couldn’t control them.
He looked at me like I might disappear.
The door opened.
The doctor stepped in, chart in hand.
His expression was grave.
“I need everyone to remain calm,” he said carefully.
Diana stood rigid near the wall.
Ethan gripped my hand.
The doctor inhaled.
“Your wife was already in a high-risk pregnancy,” he began. “The fall caused severe trauma… but that’s not the only issue.”
The room held its breath.
He continued, voice lower now.
“The baby survived.”
Ethan let out a broken sob.
“But there’s something else you need to know.”
The doctor looked directly at Diana.
“We ran additional tests due to complications from the impact.”
Silence deepened.
“The baby’s blood type doesn’t match your son’s.”
The air turned to ice.
Ethan’s grip on my hand faltered.
Diana’s face shifted from smug disbelief to something far more dangerous.
And in that sterile hospital room—
The truth began to unravel in ways none of us had imagined.
