Jeri was pregnant and chose to give birth to the child without knowing who the father was. When she awoke from her massive blood loss during labor, she realized that her status as the family's daughter had changed; her father was not her biological father. She was left with no choice but to navigate a web of deceit and heartbreak. However, when a mysterious stranger saves her life and wins her heart, she is forced to confront her dark past and the shocking truth about her child's father. As secrets emerge and family ties are revealed, Jeri must decide between love, vengeance, and redemption. Will she find happiness or succumb to the darkness that surrounds her?
The bright daylight was fading into thick darkness, and Jeri's dreams were becoming increasingly blurry with each passing second.
She could see death staring right into her eyes as the pain in her abdomen intensified as she lay on the hospital bed.
Perhaps this would be her last day on Earth. Who knows?
'No! I didn't bargain for this,' grappling the sheets tightly, Jeri cursed inwardly amidst the torment as tears continued welling down her eyes and soaked the bed. ' Even cramps do not hurt this much.'
Jeri could not shake the sensation that something was gravely wrong. It felt like her insides were being torn apart.
She tried to call for help, but her voice was thin and barely audible.
"What a joyful moment to sit and watch my enemy cry in agony before me."
A chilly expression graced the face of Jeri's stepmother, who was sitting in a chair next to the sick bed. She made no attempt to assist the 21-year-old pale pregnant woman who was in anguish.
Well, she can't be blamed because her barren life never permitted her to experience such a thing, even though she wanted to. She had no idea how painful it was when a pregnant woman was on the verge of giving birth.
While the woman sat quietly, glaring at Jeri, a slim, tall lady suddenly entered the room with a stern expression like that of Jeri's stepmom, and walked up to where the two women were positioned.
"Mom, do not tell me you have been here for hours just to look after this bitch!" Jeri's stepsister, Aysel, who was adopted by her stepmother to alleviate her barren existence, frowns at her mother.
"Do I appear concerned about her condition, huh?" Margaret, Jeri's stepmother, smirked and pressed on. "I'm only here to witness her death; nothing else. She has been a threat to me since the day I married my husband. Now karma has caught up with her for making me feel restless in my husband's home."
"If not an idiot, who will be pregnant and have no idea who impregnated her?" Aysel yelled, grimacing at Jeri.
"My only wish is that this bitch does not survive the surgery. She had been a threat to my entire life," the 19-year-old Aysel continued without minding Jeri's presence.
"Obviously," her mother replied, nodding.
Ever since Jeri's flamboyant stepmother, Margaret wed her father, Jeri's life has been filled with misery.
At the age of three, her parents went through a divorce. When that happened, her cunning stepmother seized an enormous opportunity to remarry her father.
Based on her quick decision to remarry him, it was obvious that Margaret had been hoping for the couple's divorce so she could claim the widower.
Little Jeri started to wonder about her mother's abrupt disappearance as time went on, but her father was always able to make her forget about her mother.
Upon reaching adulthood, she tried to find out the reason for her mother's divorce, but her father claimed it was a secret he would rather keep from anyone, including her.
She did everything she could to find her mother and persuade her to return to her husband, but it was all futile.
Jeri was forced to accept reality and hope to meet her mother by chance one day.
In contrast, her stepmother was barren, and as a result, she accused Jeri of being a witch and the source of her infertility.
Margaret's hatred for Jeri grew stronger after being confirmed that she would remain barren forever.
To ease her barren existence, she eventually adopted a girl child. And that was the genesis of Jeri's distress when the child was adopted.
Aysel covered the space between her and Jeri and pointed her index finger at her.
"If it had not been for you, I would have already been wearing an engagement ring. You continued to attract the attention of every wealthy young man who set eyes on you, but always declined their marriage proposals.
"You have been seeing things differently from what I saw every day with these so-called men. Those who frequently cross my path are either playboys who come to take advantage of me and leave, or they come from a low-income background.
"Tell me, Jeri, why shouldn't I hate you when you get all the attention from rich men while I get none? Am I not worthy of being loved by a wealthy man like you? Or are you prettier than I am, huh?"
As tears streamed down her eyes, Jeri mumbled," How is that supposed to be my fault, Aysel?"
"It does not matter whether you are to blame or not. All I pray for right now is your death, nothing else," she snapped with a deadly glare.
Jeri was nothing more than a maid to her stepmother, a punching bag, and a toy for her stepsister.
Given how dangerous it was to be out on the streets, Jeri could not imagine fleeing her home.
Everything became worse the day Jeri found out she was pregnant. Sadly, she had no idea who had gotten her pregnant, nor did she remember having any extramarital affairs with any man.
Jeri was not a prostitute, as they claimed after finding out that she was pregnant and had no clue who impregnated her.
She was well aware that someone had set her up, which resulted in her current situation. But who was that person? That was what she couldn't tell even though she was suspecting her stepmom and stepsister who also appeared surprised when they heard that she was pregnant.
Jeri was slowly dying in agony at the hospital as her cruel stepsister and mother berated her.
She froze for a few seconds when she felt an unexpected rush of warm liquid between her legs.
Gazing downward, she wondered if her child had escaped her womb, as she wondered what could have happened to her.
She was shocked to discover that her sheets were covered in blood, but there was no indication of a child between her legs.
When her stepmother realized that, she at last sprang up and hurried to call for a doctor, acting as if she really cared.
However, before Margaret could reach the door, Jeri's eyes had lost their ability to see light, and darkness reigned over her.
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