But Jack had no intention of giving Lily that chance.
He had already done enough to betray Freya.
If he ever hoped to win her back, he couldn’t keep this child. If the baby was born, any possibility of reconciliation with Freya would be gone forever.
With a hardened resolve, Jack ordered his bodyguards to drag Lily to the hospital.
She fought and struggled with all her might, but against several bodyguards, her resistance was futile. Before long, she found herself on the cold, sterile surface of an operating table.
As the anesthesia coursed through her veins, she felt her limbs grow heavy and unresponsive, her eyelids closing despite her efforts to stay awake.
When she woke, her stomach felt hollow—aching and empty.
The baby, her last hope, was gone.
Pain radiated from her abdomen, making even the slightest movement unbearable.
The reality hit her like a freight train. The child was truly gone.
Lily lay in the hospital bed, her body trembling with despair. A guard stationed nearby reminded her of her obligation to apologize to Freya.
Not long after, Jack saw the video Lily had posted online. It was a full, public apology addressing her lies and actions against Freya.
He pulled his lips into a semblance of a smirk, but there was no joy in it.
What good was an apology?
It wouldn’t bring Freya back.
To this day, he still had no idea where she was. She had vanished without a trace, as though she had never existed.
If not for the digital remnants of her life scattered across the internet, Jack might have convinced himself she was nothing more than a dream.
“If only I hadn’t gone to see Lily that day…” he muttered bitterly. “Maybe she wouldn’t have left.”
“If only I had stayed true to myself and resisted Lily’s advances…”
“If only…”
Jack sat in a private room at a bar, his thoughts a swirling storm of regret.
