Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 7

Salome’s shriek brought Mrs. Vance and the household staff running, and soon a crowd had gathered at the bedroom door.

Edith lay pinned to the bed, Salome’s furious hands tightening around her throat, the air slowly vanishing from her lungs. In desperation, Edith’s eyes darted to Beckett, who had been shoved aside and was still frozen in shock.

“H… help…”

Her barely audible plea did nothing to rouse Beckett.

Thankfully, Mrs. Vance finally pushed through the onlookers and hurried over. For a split second, Edith thought her mother–in–law had come to rescue her. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Far from helping, Mrs. Vance shielded Salome protectively, her voice full of concern, “Salome, your pregnancy’s been fragile from the start. Don’t let yourself get worked up over something like this!”

Edith’s face flushed deep red as she struggled for breath, not a single sound escaping her throat.

Mrs. Vance hovered over Salome, her only concern for the precious life growing inside her. Edith’s suffering might as well have been invisible.

A cold wave of despair and resignation washed over Edith.

Just as her vision began to swim and she thought she might lose consciousness, Beckett finally snapped out of his stupor. He rushed over and pulled Salome off the bed, cradling her as if terrified that any harm might come to her unborn child.

Mrs. Vance hovered anxiously beside them, guiding Salome into a chair and fussing over her. “Salome, are you alright? Is your stomach hurting? Do you feel anything strange?”

Edith gasped for air, weak and trembling, her gaze drifting to Beckett.

But Beckett’s focus was entirely on Salome.

Mrs. Vance’s worry seemed to remind him of something. He turned to Salome, his voice tense, “Salome, are you sure you’re okay?”

Salome’s eyes were wide with outrage, her cheeks streaked red with anger. She jabbed a finger at Edith. “How dare you try to seduce your brother–in–law? I have never seen anyone so shameless! If I lose my baby because of you, it’ll all be your fault!”

As she spoke, Salome dissolved into tears, collapsing into Beckett’s arms, her sobs raw and agonized.

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