My Husband Booked Eight Strippers While I Was Eight Months Pregnant. Chapter 2

I snorted at him.

"You're the one who went insane first!"

With that, I turned to leave. Brandon stepped forward and yanked my arm back violently.

"You think you can just hit someone and walk away?"

Tiffany rushed forward.

"Mr. Brandon, Serena just stomped all over your reputation! If this gets out, how will you ever operate in the city's elite circles again?"

The others quickly joined in.

"Exactly! What kind of status does Mr. Brandon have? To be headbutted by a woman? How embarrassing!"

"Mr. Brandon, you still need to learn a thing or two about keeping your wife in line!"

"Or are you actually scared of her, Mr. Brandon?"

Everyone looked at Brandon with amusement, and his face grew even darker.

"Serena, I'm giving you one last chance. Apologize!"

Meeting Brandon's vicious gaze, my own eyes turned colder.

"Brandon, this is my last chance for you. Let me leave now, or you won't be able to handle the consequences."

Brandon chuckled dismissively.

"Serena, you're overdoing it! You're someone who relies on me for everything, who gave you the guts to threaten me?"

Brandon picked up a glass of red wine from the table and brought it to my lips.

"Drink this, apologize to Tiffany, and I'll pretend none of this happened today. Otherwise, don't be surprised when the baby's born and there's no one there to sign the birth certificate for your child."

I stared at Brandon, shocked. I couldn't believe he would use our child to threaten me into apologizing to a mere assistant!

"Brandon, I'm carrying your child in my belly! You'd actually use our baby to threaten me?"

Brandon's gaze fell on my huge belly, his expression turning grave for a moment.

Just then, Tiffany linked arms with him.

"Mr. Brandon, if you don't lay down the law for Serena today, she'll walk all over you from now on."

Derek, the financial manager, with a stripper draped over each arm, walked over.

"Mr. Brandon is worth so much, he can have as many kids as he wants later. You think one baby can control him? Serena, you're too naive."

After hearing their words, Brandon looked at me with even more disdain.

"Serena, don't think that just because you're pregnant, the whole world revolves around you. You will drink this wine today, whether you want to or not."

With that, Brandon reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, forcefully pouring the wine into my mouth.

I bit down hard, but Brandon used the glass to pry my mouth open. The dark red wine, mixed with a metallic taste, flooded my throat.

I felt a sudden wave of nausea, and a sharp, twisting pain shot through my abdomen.

Then I heard a soft 'pop,' and a warm gush flowed down my thighs.

I gasped, clutching my belly in a panic.

"Brandon, my water broke! Take me to the hospital, quickly!"