Chapter 5 - The Rescue
The heavy glass sliding doors leading from the house to the sunny patio swung open.
Callan stepped outside. He wore a crisp button-down shirt, trousers, and polished shoes, his luxury wristwatch catching the bright sunlight. He expected to find his wife smiling, surrounded by pink and blue balloons, opening presents with their friends.
Instead, he walked into a nightmare.
The guests were completely frozen in terrified silence. Callan’s eyes immediately locked onto the horrific scene near the gift table. He saw the beautiful wrapped presents scattered across the stone patio, the crushed ribbons, and most terrifyingly, his eight-month pregnant wife lying hard on her side on the ground.
Jessamine was shaking violently, tears streaming down her pale, rosy cheeks as she clutched her heavy belly with both arms in a desperate, protective instinct.
Callan didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He rushed across the patio, dropping entirely to his knees beside his wife. He carefully, gently helped his pregnant wife sit upright, supporting her trembling back safely against his own chest.
"Jess... my god, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Callan whispered frantically, his hands gently checking her arms and shoulders, pure terror racing through his veins.
Jessamine looked up at her husband, her eyes filled with an agonizing mix of physical pain and profound psychological terror. She pointed a shaking finger at her mother-in-law standing just a few feet away.
"Callan…" Jessamine whispered, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears spilled over her eyelashes. "She pushed me... she said they’re taking the baby after I deliver."
Callan froze. The frantic, terrified husband was instantly replaced by a man possessed by a cold, absolute, and utterly lethal fury.
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He slowly looked up from his weeping wife, his gaze locking entirely onto his mother.
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