Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 2

Deirdre McKinnon was stunned. Then, her eyes began to redden.

It turned out that he had been aware of that. He had called her just to confirm it. If he had known she was pregnant, why hadn’t he laid it bare?! Because he had gotten a kick out of seeing that little glint of relief in her eyes? Because he’d wanted to see that little shimmer of solace crumble now?

Deirdre bit her lower lip and willed herself to appear calm as she remembered how much Brendan detested seeing her cry. “B-Brendan? I swear—I swear to God—I’ll be obedient and do whatever you ask me to. J-Just let me… Let me keep my child, okay? P-Please? I swear, it won’t… it won’t get in your hair. T-Then when Charlene wakes up, I promise I’ll leave with my child. It’ll vanish into thin air… as if it never exists.”

Her shaky voice didn’t touch Brendan in the slightest; he had a heart of stone. Instead, he looked at her and uttered with mockery in his black eyes, “Oh, you must be joking. You became Mrs. Brighthall and have been enjoying all these f*cking luxuries and comfort that you don’t even deserve. It’s all because you are fortunate enough to have that face. I may give you some leeway, but I’ve always made clear that the only one who would carry my child is Lena. You? You’re too inferior!”

‘You’re… too inferior?’ Deirdre repeated it to herself inwardly.

His cruel words cut her like knives, which hurt her even more than if he had just swung his hand and slapped her across the cheeks.

Why did Brendan have to treat her this way?

It was getting harder to breathe…

Then, footsteps echoed from outside the living room. Deirdre lifted her head, feeling alert. Steven was here, and Brendan had finally exhausted all his patience.

“I want it done quickly, Steven!” he barked out his orders. “Take her to a private hospital where confidentiality will be assured. I don’t want a word of this escaping to the public!”

Shock could be seen in Deirdre’s eyes. She jolted at the sheer agony of witnessing the father of her child treat her baby like a beast meant to be slaughtered! “No! Noooooo! Please, Brendan!”

The man ignored her. He just shot Steven a look.

Deirdre’s mind went blank, and she went down on her knees as she shrieked, “No, Brendan! Nooooo! Please, please, please—let me keep this child, please! You can even give it up for adoption. Just let me… let me carry it to term!”

She knocked her head on the floor hard repeatedly, making her forehead bleed.

Brendan’s features twisted into a grimace of disgust. “God, you really don’t deserve to have her face. Lena would never bend even a single knee. You’re f*cking pathetic!”