Broken Oaths (Lisa Davis and David Green) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Miss Davis, the severe abdominal injuries from your car accident make this pregnancy a miracle.

If you terminate it, future conception may be extremely difficult.”

The doctor looked at Lisa sympathetically. “Please reconsider and discuss this with your husband.”

Lisa’s fingers curled slightly, a sharp pang piercing her heart. David had never mentioned this.

Whenever their families pressured them about children, he’d claimed responsibility—saying he cherished their couple time and didn’t want kids disrupting it.

Her eyes welled up. He’d shielded her from pain at every turn.

Yet his kindness couldn’t erase his deception now.

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll think it over.”

Numbly leaving the examination room, Lisa froze in the corridor. There stood David and Helen, freshly returned from abroad.

David supported Helen tenderly as they exited the ultrasound room, anxiety etching his brow. His adoring gaze remained locked on her face.

“Brother, you don’t need to be so nervous. I’m pregnant, not ill.”

Helen’s eyes curved into crescents. She’d called him “brother” since their teenage years, and the endearment stuck.

David’s lips lifted with unrestrained joy. “Of course I’m nervous. Our first child deserves perfect care.”

Clutching her appointment slip, Lisa felt her body temperature plummet. The sound of her heart shattering echoed in her ears—eyes burning yet tearless.

True agony, she realized, stifles tears.

As David guided Helen into the elevator, Lisa unfolded the crumpled paper. She returned to schedule her procedure for two days later.

She refused to let her child enter a world woven with lies, or grow up fatherless from birth.

Fate seemed to mock her when Lisa spotted them again in the parking garage. Mechanically, she trailed their car.

David took Helen to the revolving restaurant—the very one he’d designed for Lisa’s birthday last year.

He’d vowed only she would dine there. Now he ushered another woman inside.

Helen occupied Lisa’s favorite seat, desserts gleaming before her. David emerged pushing a cart, plucking a rose from his lapel.

“Congratulations on becoming a mom-to-be, my princess,” he murmured, offering the bloom. A diamond-studded necklace dangled beneath.

“Brother… thank you.” Helen’s voice trembled. “You even cooked for me.”

“Let me taste it quickly. After this, you should go back to sister. I’ve monopolized you too long.”

She blinked hard, forcing out twin tears.

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