Page 107 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

I pull up a chair, trying not to make noise, but as soon as I sit, her eyes open, frantic, and she starts to cry.

“Kaled, our baby.”

“Shhhh...it’s all right,habibti. Our son is safe,” I say, laying my hand over her belly.

“I don’t want you to sugarcoat it. Please tell me the truth.”

“You almost miscarried, but the doctors saved him.”

“Was it something I did?”

I could dodge the question, but that wouldn’t be fair. “No. The doctor thinks...someone tried to make you miscarry. A tea, in his opinion.”

To my surprise, the fragility vanishes from her face and she tries to sit up.

“No, Adeela. You are not getting up.”

“Are you telling me someone tried to hurt my baby? That some monster deliberately wanted to harm our child?”

“I need you to stay calm.”

She takes a few breaths. “Okay. For the baby, I’ll try not to lose my mind. But tell me what the doctor said.”

I recount the facts quickly, hiding how repeating them drags up a thirst for vengeance I didn’t know I possessed.

I always thought the years I spent in the West had distanced me from my warrior ancestors, from the wild blood in my veins, but now I know I’ve just been camouflaged all this time. Deep down, I’m like them, ready to destroy anyone who stands in my way or touches my family.

“Do you remember anything that was different about last night?”

“No. A maid brought me the tea I always drink before bed. It helps me relax. I spoke to the obstetrician, and he said it was fine.”

“Do you know which maid?”

“Sajida. Since we married, she’s the one who handles every detail in our rooms.”

“One minute,” I say. I text Amin the name she gave me.

“Do you think it could have been her?” she asks.

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out.”

I bring her hands to my lips, but it isn’t enough, so I stand and lean over, gathering her in my arms. “Forgive me.”

“You did nothing wrong.”

“I did. It was late. I should have been by your side.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Kaled. If someone did this on purpose, they would have found a way even if you were with me. How did the doctor figure it out?”

“He suspected from the symptoms. You were in a lot of pain.”

“I was. My abdomen seized in spasms. I panicked,” she says, closing her eyes. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything, my wife.”

“Find who did this and punish them. Right now, I could kill that person myself, but the law won’t allow it, so make them pay for what they tried to do to our baby.”

“I promise, Adeela. Whoever attacked our child’s life will never again see the light of day as a free person.”