Kicked Into the Blizzard at Seven Months Pregnant

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At seven months pregnant, Logan had me climbing up and down ladders in the living room, hanging Christmas decorations.
All to welcome his friends and his childhood bestie, Amber, who had just returned from abroad.
He claimed it was to give them that familiar, festive holiday vibe.
At the party, Amber walked up to me with a beaming smile, holding out a glass of red wine.
"Vivian, a little red wine boosts blood circulation. Pregnant women in Europe drink it all the time."
The guests immediately joined in, cheering and pressuring me to take the drink. Cold-faced, I waved my hand and firmly refused.
Instantly, tears welled up in Amber’s eyes as she grabbed the hem of Logan’s shirt.
"Logan... does she look down on me? Is that why she won't even take a sip?"
With that single sentence, Logan completely lost his temper and flipped the table.
"Look at you! You're bloated like a pig, and you make me sick just looking at you! Who are you to ruin everyone's mood?"
Outside, a brutal blizzard was howling. Barefoot, I was shoved out into the freezing snow by my own husband.
He turned around, pulled Amber into his arms, and whispered softly,
"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will ever mistreat you."
"Just watch. In a minute, I'll have her on her knees, begging for your forgiveness."
What he didn't know was...
The moment I scrambled to my feet from the snowbank, I pulled out my phone and called my best friend, who worked as an OB-GYN.
Shivering violently, the first words out of my mouth when I saw her were:
"Nina, I'm terminating the pregnancy."
If anyone wants to bear that bastard’s child, be my guest.
Because I'm done.
My best friend, Nina, slammed her hand onto the desk.
"I support you a hundred percent!"
"I told you to dump that scumbag ages ago, but you were so head over heels you insisted on marrying him. Did the blizzard finally freeze some sense into you?"
I offered a bitter smile and stayed silent.
She flipped through my previous prenatal records on her computer and asked hesitantly,
"You're already seven months along, and all your scans have been completely normal. Have you considered keeping the baby and just raising it without him?"
I hesitated for a long time, but finally shook my head.
"No."
As an expectant mother, my heart broke at the thought of losing my baby.
But the thought of keeping it—and remaining tethered to Logan in an endless, toxic cycle—felt like a massive boulder crushing my chest. I couldn't breathe.
Seeing my resolve, Nina swiftly printed the consent forms and handed them to me.
"I scheduled your termination induction for next week. The only tricky part is that legally, it requires both of your signatures."
I took the paper and tucked it against my chest, right inside my bra. The sharp edge sliced lightly against my skin, sending a tiny jolt of pain through me.
A flimsy piece of paper, carrying the weight of a woman’s entire future.
"I'll figure out a way to get his signature."
I declined Nina's offer to drive me home. Under her worried gaze, I trudged back out into the swirling snow, my boots sinking into the white drifts.
Snowflakes lashed against my face, quickly piling onto my shoulders and hair. The biting chill seeped through my clothes, gnawing at my bones.
Yet I felt completely numb, just putting one foot in front of the other.
When I opened the front door, Logan was sitting on the sofa, patiently peeling an apple for Amber.
Amber leaned closely against him, a sweet, radiant smile on her face as she murmured playful jokes.
It looked so warm, so picture-perfect. But to me, it was a dagger plunged straight into my chest, piercing through the numbness and twisting hard.
Hearing the door, both of them turned. Logan’s brow instantly pinched into deep, ugly furrows.
"So you finally decided to drag yourself back? I said two harsh words, and you throw a tantrum? Who are you trying to guilt-trip?"
"Amber just moved back. Her lifestyle and habits are different. She offered you a glass of wine out of kindness—why do you have to be so damn petty?"
"She's younger than you. Couldn't you be a little more gracious? Look at yourself right now. You don't look like an expectant mother at all. Throwing fits all day, never once considering how others feel."
His harsh accusations were like rusty nails hammered into my heart.
Every time Amber was around, he became this exact monster.
No matter how out of line she was, the moment I showed the slightest bit of hurt or frustration, he would leap to her defense and attack me for being unreasonable.
It was as if I were the unwanted intruder in my own home.
Had either of them ever cared about my feelings?
I was barely three months older than Amber.
Noticing how soaked and pathetic I looked, Amber's lips curled into a faint, smug smirk before she spoke in a sweet, innocent voice,
"Logan, please, stop. Since Vivian came back, she must know she was wrong. Let her go change before she catches a cold."
With one breezy sentence, she framed me as the guilty party.
Logan scoffed, shooting me a look of pure disgust.
"Don't waste your sympathy on her. She brought this entirely on herself."
I closed my eyes, a wave of profound disappointment washing over me.
In the past, I would have screamed at him, fighting desperately for basic respect.
Now, I was just exhausted.
He was right about one thing: I did bring this on myself. Marrying him blindly in the name of love was the curse I was paying for.
Wasting another second of my energy on this man and this marriage simply wasn't worth it anymore."Oh, by the way, Vivian, I brought you a Christmas gift!"
Amber stood up gracefully and walked over to her open suitcase, rummaging through it.
I stared at the luggage in shock, then turned to Logan, demanding an explanation.
He gave a careless shrug.
"Amber is staying for good this time. She hasn't found an apartment yet, and I wasn't comfortable letting a young woman stay alone in a hotel. So she’s crashing with us for a while."
He said it so casually, as if he were discussing something as trivial as the weather.
I stared at him in sheer disbelief.
"Did you even think to talk to me about this?"
He pressed his lips together, his jaw tightening.
"I didn't have time! Besides, it's just temporary. It's not a big deal. Do you really have to overreact to every single thing?"
Amber held up a garment, looking at me with wide, pitiful eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Vivian. I had no idea Logan hadn't told you. Please blame me if you must! Please don't fight because of me. I'll go book a hotel right now. I don't want to cause any trouble."
Biting her lip, she held the dress out toward me.
"Here's your Christmas gift. Please accept it as my apology for being thoughtless."
With that, she grabbed the handle of her suitcase and made a show of heading toward the door.
Logan blew up instantly. He lunged forward, grabbed her suitcase, and turned to glare at me with a thunderous expression.
"Amber, stop! I already told you, you're staying right here. You don't have to listen to her—she's just being completely irrational."
His voice dripped with irritation, and he shot me a murderous glare.
"Amber went out of her way to bring you a designer gift from overseas. Instead of being grateful, you're kicking her out into the cold!"
Crushed under the weight of utter despair, my stomach suddenly seized with a sharp, dragging cramp. Taking a deep breath, I snatched the gift and shook it open.
A tiny, skintight size-XS bodycon dress unfolded before my eyes. The waist was narrower than my current thigh. It was completely impossible for a woman seven months pregnant to wear.
Calling it a gift was a joke—it was an outright slap in the face, mocking how swollen and huge I had become compared to her slender figure.
With a cold, mocking laugh, I threw the dress onto the floor right at their feet.
"Amber, is this the Christmas gift you 'thoughtfully' picked out for me? Thank you so much."
Logan blinked, his mouth parting slightly, momentarily at a loss for words.
I didn't want to waste another breath on them. I turned around, walked into the bedroom, and shut the door.
Through the thin wood, Amber’s fragile sobs drifted in clearly.
"I didn't know Vivian would gain so much weight during pregnancy... I picked the size based on how she used to look. I really didn't mean anything bad. I never thought she’d get so angry. It's all my fault... waah..."
Logan immediately lowered his voice, comforting her with tender warmth.
"Don't cry. It's not your fault at all. You had good intentions. Who knew she’d become so unhinged and sensitive, throwing a tantrum over nothing?"
"She's completely let herself go. Her belly is covered in those hideous stretch marks, cracked open like a burst watermelon—it's repulsive. That's why she's so petty and insecure. Don't take it to heart."
Though he kept his voice down, every cruel, vicious word cut through the air and reached my ears loud and clear.Hearing the raw disgust in his voice, my entire body trembled with rage.
The only reason I had gained this weight was because I was carrying his baby.
And to make Amber feel better, he trampled on my dignity, reducing my pregnant body to something monstrous.
Outside, Amber let out a soft giggle through her sniffling, clearly reveling in Logan's derogatory remarks about me.
He coaxed and soothed her for a long while before the apartment finally grew quiet.
I lay in bed, my limbs freezing, drowning in bone-deep exhaustion. Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
I had no idea how long I slept, but I woke up to the feeling of a warm hand resting on my bare stomach—which pulled away instantly, as if shocked by electricity.
Dazedly, I opened my eyes. Logan was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the mattress, staring at my protruding belly.
I looked down. In my sleep, the buttons of my pajama top had popped open, exposing my rounded stomach.
Crisscrossed red and purple stretch marks sprawled across my pale skin, angry and raw under the dim lamp light.
Logan averted his eyes and cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"How are you and the baby feeling?"
A sharp pang of sorrow hit my chest. I scoffed coldly.
"Oh? Since when do you care about us?"
A faint flicker of guilt passed through his eyes.
"You're pregnant, Vivian. Don't be so aggressive all the time. It's bad for the baby. We had friends over today to celebrate, you didn't have to take everything so seriously."
He leaned down, trying to kiss my forehead, but I jerked my head away, rejecting his touch.
His hand hovered awkwardly in the air before he pulled it back.
"Come on. Get up. Let's go to the kitchen."
I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was 2:30 in the morning.
Seeing my bewildered expression, he scratched his head.
"Amber felt so guilty she couldn't sleep. She stayed up to cook a late-night meal to apologize to you. Show some courtesy, get up, and eat a little."
I could hardly believe my ears.
In the dead of night, he dragged a seven-months-pregnant woman out of a warm bed just for Amber’s guilt-trip performance?
"Guilty? Does anything she does look like genuine remorse? Waking me up in the middle of the night—is this an apology, or is she trying to torture me?"
Logan’s patience wore thin instantly.
"Don't be so ungrateful! Amber did this out of the kindness of her heart. She already feels terrible. Can't you be the bigger person and accept her peace offering?"
"Do you have any idea that she spent over two hours in the kitchen for you? Get up right now. Don't break her heart again."
Before I could say another word, a piercing shriek echoed from the kitchen.
"Ahhh!"
The scream shattered the silence of the night.
Logan panicked instantly. Forgetting all about me, he bolted straight for the kitchen.
I pushed myself up and followed. Amber was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, clutching her thigh in agony. Scalding hot soup was splattered all over the tiles, steam rising into the air.
Seeing us walk in, her tears poured down even faster.
"I'm so sorry, Vivian! I just wanted to make you some warm broth, but the pot slipped... Not only did I ruin the soup, but I burned myself too. I'm so clumsy..."She hitched her skirt up high to her hip, revealing slightly flushed skin. With her tear-drenched eyes, she looked fragile, helpless, and completely innocent.
I let out a dry laugh. The acting was laughably bad. The faint redness on her upper thigh couldn't possibly have been caused by the soup that had splashed on the floor.
Yet Logan’s eyes were filled with nothing but panic for Amber’s "injuries." Seeing my smirk, he erupted in fury.
"Vivian Miller! Do you have a shred of empathy left in you?"
"Amber burned herself trying to do something nice for you, and you're standing there gloating?"
"Let's go! You're coming to the hospital with me right now to accompany Amber to the ER!"
He stormed over and grabbed my arm violently, pulling with enough force to dislocate my shoulder.
I fought back, but he was far stronger.
He dragged me across the floor, half-carrying and half-pulling me out to the car.
He drove like a madman, speeding through every yellow light. The moment he screeched to a halt outside the emergency room, he scooped Amber into his arms and sprinted inside.
I trailed behind, leaning heavily against the walls for support.
The violent jolts of the car ride had triggered agonizing cramps in my lower abdomen. By the time I finally reached the hallway, my legs were trembling so hard I could barely stand.
Logan, who had just demanded an emergency admission room for Amber, shot me a chilling glare.
"What are you acting for? Amber is hurt, and you're lagging behind like a princess. Can you stop being so damn dramatic?"
Cold sweat poured down my face from the sheer pain. I couldn't even process his insults; I just wanted to lean against the wall to catch my breath.
But before I could, he grabbed my wrist again and dragged me toward Amber’s room.
"Logan, let go of me! Please, it hurts so bad... Can't you see I can barely walk?"
I begged through choked sobs, desperately hoping for a shred of basic humanity from him.
He didn't care. He hauled me through the door, and with a vicious shove, hurled me forward. I lost my balance completely and crashed heavily onto the hard tile floor right beside Amber’s bed.
He pointed at Amber and barked at me,
"Apologize to her!"
"If you hadn't thrown a fit tonight, Amber would never have burned herself and ended up in the hospital. Take a hard look at yourself and apologize!"
Ignoring me as I curled up on the floor, convulsing in agony, Logan took Amber’s hand, his face full of tender devotion.
"Don't worry. I won't let anyone treat you unfairly."
From the bed, Amber whimpered softly, tears glistening on her eyelashes.
"I'm sorry, Logan... It's all my fault. I caused you two to fight. I always upset Vivian. Maybe I should just disappear so I never bother you two again..."
Hearing that, Logan’s anger flared violently. He glared down at me on the floor, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Vivian, apologize to her right now. I'm not going to say it again!"
I lay curled in a fetal position, clutching my stomach tightly, shaking uncontrollably. I didn't even have the strength to lift my head.
The blinding pain caused my vision to black out in waves. Cold sweat soaked through my clothes, pooling onto the linoleum beneath me.
Seeing me motionless on the floor, Logan assumed I was giving him the silent treatment. Enraged, he stepped forward and kicked me brutally in the thigh.
A strangled gasp escaped my throat. Darkness rushed into my vision, and I teetered on the verge of passing out.
Logan frowned in disgust.
"Stop faking it to get sympathy. I barely touched you! And I kicked your leg, not your stomach!"
"If you refuse to apologize, you deserve to feel the same pain Amber felt. Maybe then you'll realize how rotten you've been."
Without another word, he scooped Amber up bridal-style into a wheelchair.
"I'm taking Amber for her scans. Call an Uber home yourself. I don't have time to deal with you."
Without casting a single backward glance at his pregnant wife collapsed on the floor, he walked out of the room.
I was left lying on the freezing hospital tiles. A searing fire raged inside my belly, and my consciousness began to slip away.

Chapters (4)

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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