Meanwhile, Peter was busy at work when his phone buzzed.
He got an anonymous message saying Stacey was at the hospital getting medicine for an abortion, along with a picture of her at the doctor’s office as proof.
Shocked and angry, Peter left work immediately and went home.
Stacey knew Peter would be at work all day, so she thought it was the perfect time to have an abortion. If anyone asked, she could say she fell down the stairs by mistake.
No one would find out.
Without a baby, Stacey thought no one could prove she cheated.
She was about to take the medicine the doctor gave her when she heard the door lock.
Was Peter home already?
Feeling scared, she quickly hid the medicine under the sofa cushion and sat down, trying to act normal.
“Stacey!” Peter’s voice sounded angry as soon as he walked in.
“Peter, what’s wrong? Weren’t you supposed to be at work? Why are you home so early?” Stacey’s voice shook a bit as she talked.
Peter stormed in, his eyes full of anger, and slammed his phone on the table. The screen showed a picture of Stacey outside the gynecology department.
“Why were you at the gynecologist? Are you trying to get rid of our baby?” Peter demanded.
Stacey’s heart raced. How did someone take that picture? She was the only one who knew her plan.
“Peter, I would never do that. This is our first baby. I just haven’t been feeling well and wanted to get checked,” she lied, trying to hide her guilt.
“Where’s the abortion medicine, Stacey? Where did you hide them?” Peter demanded, ignoring her protests as he searched the room.
Stacey’s heart pounded with fear. She bit her lip, wondering how Peter found out about the medicine. Was someone watching her?
Peter looked around, and his eyes landed on Stacey. She had been sitting on the sofa since he came in.
He squinted and walked towards her, demanding, “Get up!”
Stacey hesitated, feeling more afraid. If Peter found those pills, it would be really bad for her.
“Peter, I don’t feel well. I need to sit down and rest…”
She tried to look distressed.
But Peter grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
“Get up!”
“Peter, stop! You’re hurting me,” Stacey protested, struggling against him, refusing to get up.
Peter’s suspicions grew stronger with her resistance. He lifted her up, accidentally causing her to hit the edge of the table. She got a cut on her back, and blood started to trickle down.
Stacey screamed in pain.
Ignoring her, Peter continued searching the sofa until he heard her crying. “Peter, my stomach… it hurts so much.”
He turned around and saw Stacey on the floor, holding her belly, her face twisted in pain.
Fear flooded Peter at the thought of losing the baby, and he hurried to her side.
“Stacey, are you okay?”
“Peter, haven’t you seen how much I’ve always cared for you? You accuse me of wanting an abortion just because of a message. You even pushed me. How could you be so mean? If we lose our baby, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Stacey cried inconsolably.
In reality, her stomach hadn’t been hurt at all. Stacey was pretending to distract Peter from finding the pills.
“Stacey, I’m sorry. We need to go to the hospital right away.”
Peter picked her up and hurried to the hospital.
Stacey lay on the hospital bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. In the hallway, the doctor scolded Peter. He told Peter he shouldn’t have fought with Stacey, especially because she’s pregnant and needs peace. The doctor said Stacey was lucky she only hurt her back. If she got hit in the stomach, it could have been really bad for the baby.
Feeling guilty, Peter nodded. He felt terrible for what happened.
When he went back to Stacey’s room, he found her crying into her pillow, looking really upset.
He felt awful for being so hard on her.
At the engagement party, Bianca had planted a seed of doubt, suggesting the baby might not be Peter’s. That doubt grew, and when Peter saw a certain message, it made him suspicious, making him act without thinking clearly.
Sitting beside Stacey, Peter gently took her hand and said, “Stacey, being pregnant means you can’t do a lot of things. Maybe we should hire a maid to help take care of you. It would make me feel better.”
Stacey felt worried. Why did Peter suddenly want to hire a maid? Was it because he cared about her, or was he trying to keep an eye on her?
She wondered if Peter really trusted her. Desperately, she felt like she had to do something to end her pregnancy.
“I can manage by myself. We should save money for the business instead of spending it on help I don’t need,” she argued.
But Peter was firm, his hand on her belly. “I’ll take care of the business. Your job is to stay healthy and make sure our baby is born safely.”
Stacey pretended to be touched and leaned into his hug, but her hands were clenched into fists, hidden from view.
After Peter left, Stacey looked at her phone and saw a mean message from Bianca.
“Did you enjoy what I did? Since you say the baby is my father’s, I’ll make sure it’s born. No one can stop me!”
Stacey was furious. She wanted to throw away her phone, but she stopped herself.
It was obvious now. Bianca was behind everything.
And Bianca made it clear what she wanted. When the baby was born, Stacey knew everything would be over.
Stacey tried to stay calm, not letting the message bother her.
Since Bianca didn’t want her to have an abortion, Stacey wondered what she might do instead.
She smirked mockingly.
Bianca, who had taken some medicine, had passed out on the bed. She thought this would cause chaos in the Scott family.
Although Stacey had quickly fixed things, Bianca had still caused trouble.
Bianca thought that if she could make Peter doubt Stacey, he would watch her more closely.
Once the baby was born and they did a paternity test, Stacey’s lies would be exposed.
That’s when Peter would know who was telling the truth.
Bianca’s headache was too much, and she eventually fell asleep.
After a while, someone kept knocking on Bianca’s door, waking her up.
“Who’s there?” She asked, her head pounding. Her body felt hot from the fever as she struggled to get up and went to the door.
“Bianca, it’s me. Are you in there?”
It was Dave’s voice.
She opened the door and saw Dave standing there, looking worried with a deep frown on his face.
“Mr. Evans, you’re back. Is everything okay?” Bianca could barely keep her eyes open.