Alexander ignored me, continuing, &quot;I’ll have Gabriella bring you something to eat.&quot;

 &quot;I told you to leave. Didn’t you hear me?&quot;

 I kept my eyes shut, my voice cold but steady. &quot;Well, you wouldn’t have locked me in the bedroom if you cared otherwise.&quot;

 Alexander paused, frozen for a moment, standing silently. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, &quot;Fine, I’ll go. When Gabriella arrives, please eat something, alright?&quot;

 He walked out slowly, sitting on the bench outside the door, his anger palpable.

 As the door creaked shut, I let out a breath of relief and slowly opened my eyes. My eyelids were swollen, and my gaze was clouded with unshed tears that I couldn’t stop from spilling over.

 With Alexander, I had no choice but to cling to the bedsheet, fighting every urge to break down.

 I had never regretted anything as much as I reg

Alexander’s POV

 I watched as Vivienne propped herself up in bed, carefully spooning the fish soup from the bedside table and eating it slowly.

 A wave of relief washed over me, but at the same time, a bitter, unfamiliar ache gnawed at my chest.

 Does she really care for Julian that much?!

 He had barely said a few words, yet she listened to him so intently!

 Then, without warning, Vivienne tossed the bowl onto the table, threw off the covers, and rushed out of bed. She bent over the trash can and began vomiting.

 I quickly pushed open the door, rushing to her side. Gently, I patted her back as she retched.

 The soup she had just eaten came up almost immediately.

 Once she was done, Vivienne tried to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, but I swiftly picked her up and placed her back in bed. &quot;Stay here for a moment.&quot;

 I quickly poured a glass of warm water and placed

No one responded.

 The pain in my abdomen intensified, sharp and excruciating. Cold sweat formed on my forehead, my body trembled, and my voice quivered, barely strong enough to lift my hand.

 “Alexander! Open the door! My stomach hurts... please, help me... save the baby…”

 I wanted to call for help, but I realized my phone was downstairs.

 “Open the door…”

 “…Someone, please, help me…”

 I collapsed to the floor, gritting my teeth, curling up tightly, clutching my stomach. My body tensed, fighting against the unbearable pain.

 At that moment, it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping my lower abdomen, pulling downward with all its strength!

 “…Open the door…”

 My voice had grown hoarse, growing weaker with each passing second. My body slumped to the ground, despair filling my eyes.

 I felt a trickle of liquid between my legs...

 “Alexander, open the door…” I whispered, clo

Alexander ignored me, continuing, &quot;I’ll have Gabriella bring you something to eat.&quot;

 &quot;I told you to leave. Didn’t you hear me?&quot;

 I kept my eyes shut, my voice cold but steady. &quot;Well, you wouldn’t have locked me in the bedroom if you cared otherwise.&quot;

 Alexander paused, frozen for a moment, standing silently. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, &quot;Fine, I’ll go. When Gabriella arrives, please eat something, alright?&quot;

 He walked out slowly, sitting on the bench outside the door, his anger palpable.

 As the door creaked shut, I let out a breath of relief and slowly opened my eyes. My eyelids were swollen, and my gaze was clouded with unshed tears that I couldn’t stop from spilling over.

 With Alexander, I had no choice but to cling to the bedsheet, fighting every urge to break down.

 I had never regretted anything as much as I regretted falling for Alexander. Regretted marrying him.

 One by one, I had lost the people I loved, l

Chapter 144