As she reached for water, Jarrod loomed over her.
âWhat did you just take?â His stare was predatory.
Just as Nicole was about to speak, Jarrod snatched the medicine bottle from her hand.
He then forcefully removed the tablets from her mouth.
Before she could respond, Jarrod turned and walked away.
Moments later, Nicole heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.
He had just flushed all her pills down!
Nicoleâs face drained of color.
She tried to stop him, but her legs buckled under her, pain overwhelming her body at every step.
She felt utterly crushed, her body wracked with torment.
When Jarrod returned, he said dismissively, âDonât take this trash anymore.
â
Nicoleâs frustration boiled over.
Those were special painkillers, prescribed by her doctor, vital for managing her pain.
How could Jarrod just flush them down like that?
She wanted to lash out at him, but her weakness confined her to hateful glares.
âJarrod, you want me to die that bad?â
Jarrod, imposing, crouched down and warned, âStop talking about death.
No more contraceptives.
â
Contraceptives? Nicole was dumbfounded.
He thought she was taking contraceptives? She had no need for them since her condition prevented pregnancy.
With a bitter laugh, she revealed, âJarrod, those werenât contraceptive pills.
They were chemo pills.
I have stomach cancer.
Iâm dyingâ¦â
Her life-saving medicine had been flushed away in the toilet as if her only hope of life was washed away by Jarrod.
Under the unbearable pain, Nicole decided to stop lying, and to tell Jarrod the truth.
But his expression remained unchanged, even impatient.
âAnyway, I wonât allow you to take any of these,â Jarrod stated flatly, obviously thinking that she was lying.
Nicole laughed hollowly.
âSo, you still want me to be pregnant with your child?â
Jarrod replied nonchalantly, âI donât mind it if you are pregnant one day.
â