“My mother told me that every woman bleeds after they give birth, so you are clearly not the first person in the history of the world to have a child,” he added with a sneer.
“This is not normal at all because I can feel myself becoming lightheaded and dizzy,” I insisted as I tried to reach out for him.
Tyler did not even bother to come near me, choosing instead to stay in the doorway while he scrolled through his phone with an annoyed expression.
“Look, Olivia, I paid a massive amount of money for this weekend trip to the luxury cabins in the Blue Ridge Mountains,” he said without looking up.
“The private dinner is already scheduled and my friends are currently on their way, so I am not going to cancel everything just because you want to be the center of the universe today,” he continued.
The word “attention” felt like a physical blow to my chest that hurt even more than the sharp cramps radiating through my lower back.
Parker began to cry in his bassinet, letting out a small and desperate sound that made it seem like he understood the danger we were in.
I tried to turn my body so that I could reach him, but my arms felt like lead and the entire room began to tilt at a sickening angle.
“Please just call your mother or an ambulance or anyone who can help me,” I pleaded while tears started to blur my vision.
Tyler let out a cold and bitter laugh that echoed through the empty hallway of our house in Franklin.
“Do you really want me to call an ambulance so that everyone in the neighborhood thinks I am a monster for going out to celebrate my own birthday?” he asked.
“Just go make yourself some herbal tea and try to relax because my mother will be here tomorrow morning to check on you,” he said dismissively.
“I do not think I will make it until tomorrow morning,” I whispered into the silence of the room.
For a fleeting second, he actually looked down at the floor and saw the dark pool of blood that was ruined the rug.
His face shifted for a moment as if he were experiencing a flash of genuine fear, but he quickly clenched his jaw and regained his cold composure.
“You have always been prone to exaggeration, and ever since the pregnancy started, you have made a massive drama out of every tiny thing,” he said.
He walked right past me to exit the room, and I noticed that his polished leather shoe nearly stepped into the stain on the carpet.
I reached out with my last bit of strength and managed to grab the bottom of his trousers to keep him from leaving.
“Tyler, I am begging you to actually look at me and see what is happening,” I sobbed.
He ripped his leg away with a sudden and violent movement that left me slumped against the side of the crib.
