Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Damien appeared expressionless, as cool as he usually was.

Juliet, on the other hand, seemed happy. She looked down at her abdomen, seemingly anticipating their child’s birth.

I scoffed sarcastically.

How would Damien have dealt with my unborn child if I hadn’t died?

Would Damien have forced me to have an abortion, or would he have ended our child’s life personally?

Damien was capable of anything.

He and Juliet turned their gazes toward me simultaneously. Perhaps my laughter had caught their attention. Their eyes displayed a moment of surprise.

Damien approached me with a pale face. "Sophia..."

I frowned. Despite Sofia bearing a slight resemblance to me, it was unlikely for Damien to mistake her for me.

"Who are you?"

Damien took a step back dejectedly after staring at me for a long time.

Clutching my fists, I whispered while walking past Damien, "Crazy people."

"Damien, she’s not Sophia. You’ve mistaken her..." Juliet feigned sadness and held Damien’s arm.

"Damien, the deceased won’t come back. You can’t let yourself stay demotivated. Even if concerned about yourself, think about our child."

I felt my feet grow numb as I walked. I suppressed the urge to turn around and confront the despicable couple.

"Doctor, this is Mrs. Black. The blood test results are in. Please take a look." The nanny handed over the results.

I could feel an intense gaze on me while sitting in the chair, which made me uncomfortable.

What was Damien looking at?

"Damien, let’s go." Juliet pulled Damien away.

Damien turned to look at me. He continued to murmur even as they left the consultation room, "Is she really not Sophia?"

Damien pushed away Juliet’s hand and walked ahead. "Are you satisfied now? There was a child in Sophia’s womb. It was my child," he kept muttering.

I could hear his voice even in the consultation room. His words made me feel disgusted.

"HCG levels are still low, so we need to monitor for a while. We must determine whether the pregnancy is intrauterine or ectopic. If there are no other complications, you can safely continue with the pregnancy."

Dr. Adrian smiled. "Don’t worry too much. Everything looks fine."

I nodded, held the test results, and left the room.

Suddenly, I covered my mouth as I felt nauseated. Ignoring the bodyguards and nanny waiting outside, I rushed to the restroom.

Upon entering the restroom, I scanned my surroundings. Luckily, I found the window was slightly open, which provided me with an opportunity to slip away.

I quickly left the hospital by climbing out the window. I needed to meet with Violette before being caught by the Black family’s bodyguards.

Violette was the only person I could trust in this world. Only she could recognize my identity.

Before I could go far, the Black family’s bodyguards started chasing after me. I felt so annoyed with their presence.

Just as I was about to find a hiding spot, a hand suddenly grabbed me into a car and covered my mouth.

I turned in panic to find Damien beside me. I felt disgusted upon seeing him.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I stared at Damien cautiously.

"Nothing... I won’t harm you. I just want to help..." He raised his hands to show that he was harmless.

I noticed that Damien appeared to have aged significantly in a short period. He looked thinner and less sharp than before.

I avoided eye contact with him. "I don’t need your help."

Damien smiled. "I don’t know why you’re running. But if you step away now, they’ll definitely take you away."

I leaned back in the seat and asked, "Got nothing better to do?"

Indeed, having Damien take me out was an option.

"Yeah." Damien nodded.

Lowering my voice, I said, "Take me out of the hospital."

Damien didn’t refuse my request and signaled the driver to go.

I crouched on the floor of the car, avoiding the people outside.

Damien sat next to me, blocking the view of the people outside.

"We’re here." After leaving the hospital, Damien had the driver stop the car in a safe place.

I looked out of the car window and glanced at Damien. "Why are you helping me?"

Damien stared at me for a long time. "You remind me of someone I know."

"Someone you know?" I laughed, feeling increasingly nauseous.

How disgusting! For whom was he putting on this affectionate act?

"This is my business card. Feel free to reach out if you encounter any trouble in the future." Damien handed me a business card.

I accepted the card and got out of the car. As Damien’s car drove away, I tore the card into pieces and threw them into the trash.

"I’ll get my revenge on all of you—Damien, Juliet, and also the murderer."

Leaving the alley, I tied my hair up and wore a hat. I walked away with my head down.

After passing through several streets, I borrowed a phone from a coffee shop and dialed Violette’s number.

Meeting Violette directly wasn’t an option. It would be too obvious. I had to make her come out to see me.

"Hello?" Violette’s familiar voice echoed through the phone. Her voice was strained from crying daily. "Who are you looking for?"

My eyes instantly turned red. I leaned on the table, trembling all over.

"If you want to know how your best friend, Sofia, died, keep quiet. Come alone to the coffee shop on the corner near Mansion 13."

Violette suddenly became alert upon hearing my words. "Who are you?"

I remained silent, fearing that I might burst into tears if I spoke.

She nervously asked again, "Who are you?"

I covered my mouth, suppressing the tears. I hung up the phone before handing it back to the waiter. I lay on the table and cried for a long time.

After about 15 minutes, Violette arrived.

I chose this café because it was close to her home. Also, we often came here when my mood was low. It had become our secret meeting place.

It seemed Violette came in a hurry as she was wearing slippers.

She alertly looked around to search for the person who had called her.

"Over here." I waved to her.

She looked at me cautiously and came over quickly. "You..."

She stared into my eyes for a long time, as if wanting to say that I looked a lot like Sofia.

She asked me softly, "Do you know the cause of my best friend’s death?" Her eyes turned red.

I nodded and looked around. "If we haven’t gotten married by the time we’re 30 and haven’t found suitable partners, we’ll abandon everything and embark on a six-month journey abroad."

"If we still haven’t found a life partner by the age of 40, we’ll forgo marriage. Instead, we’ll purchase a small house in Southvis City and spend our days together. If we’re financially well-off, we’ll adopt a child..."

Violette’s gaze at me slowly turned into surprise. She covered her mouth while trembling all over." You... Who are you?"