I Died With His Unborn Child To Break The System

I was his longest commitment.
The gossip whispered that my methods were masterful, that he was actually going to marry me.
Marriage? Is that even possible?
The lighter in his hand flipped open, the sharp click echoing in the dark.
She and the rest of themtheyre all gold-diggers.
That was the day after I threw myself in front of a car to save his life.
I opened the hospital room door. Under his cold, watchful gaze, I climbed onto the railing and dropped twenty-eight stories.
It was the end of a life spent enslaved to the system that governed my love-struck brain.
1
Valentine's Day.
On the subway, during the evening rush. The phone screen of the stranger next to me was paused on a financial news report.
His name appeared.
Rhys Kincaid.
Sometimes he felt impossibly distant. Other times, impossibly close.
Close enough that I still walked into the grocery store and instinctively picked out only the foods he liked.
"Be home in ten."
He didn't reply.
The penthouse residence.
The moment the door opened, I smelled a perfume that wasn't mine.
"Don't you need to leave and be with your girlfriend?"
She was already sitting up on the sectional, pulling her dress straight.
Her legs were straight and pale. The kind of sharp, young beauty that belonged to a girl barely twenty.
"Girlfriend?"
He was hidden in the half-shadow of the living room, his tone noncommittal. "Do I have one?"
Everyone in our circle knew Id been with him for ten years.
"Oh, you're bad!"
The little dog found me first. It wagged its tail and pushed the door fully open.
All eyes turned to me.
She ran over and threw her arms around mine.
"Gen, youre home!"
Skylar was my younger cousin, currently staying with me while she started college in the city.
"Look what Rhys gave me!"
She shook the high-end designer bag on her wrist.
In all our years, I had never once asked him for a gift. The things he had sent me, I had never touched.
I thought that by refusing his money, I could distinguish myself from all the other women in his orbit.
Eventually, he stopped sending them.
Yet now, he gifted a fortune without a second thought.
Of course.
To him, what was the difference between ten thousand and a million?
Just as, to him, what was the difference between me and the rest of them?
"Skylar, go back to your room."
She listened to me. She glanced at Rhys Kincaid first, then slowly shuffled away.
"You're back?"
He asked, though he clearly saw me.
I walked in and set the bags of groceries on the kitchen island.
"The kid was just playing around."
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He still carried her scent.
Sickly sweet. A smell entirely unlike mine.
I turned my face away from his kiss.
He let go.
"If I really wanted her, I wouldn't need to sneak around behind your back."
He only offered an explanation once. If I didn't take the out, the fault would be mine.
I took a deep breath.
"I only ask one thing of you. Don't touch her."
His expression was indifferent. He lifted a hand and brushed the hair from my temple.
"Were you having fun with your boss, Marcus?"
"Why are you dragging him into this?"
"He has you working late every night. Who knows what you're doing in that office?"
I pulled my arm free of his touch.
"Rhys Kincaid, be reasonable."
Skylar rushed out of the room.
"Gen, please don't fight with Rhys because of me."
He smirked, leaning against the marble counter.
"See? The kid is more sensible than you are."
I pursed my lips, grabbing my purse to leave.
He caught the strap and yanked it back.
"Enough. Are you really making a scene? Do you think youre that important?"
"Rhys Kincaid, anyone but my cousin. She just graduated high school!"
He laughed, his eyes lifting lazily.
"You were about her age when you climbed on board."
"And shes much prettier than you."
"Why is it okay for you, but not for her?"
Skylar started to cry. She came over and anxiously took my hand.
"Gen."
I didnt want her to hear any more cruel words. I had promised her mother I would look after her.
"Come on. We're staying somewhere else tonight."
She didnt move. She hung her head, standing right next to Rhys Kincaid.
"Skylar?"
"Gen."
She hid behind him.
"You go ahead. Rhys will take care of me."
I froze in place. She had only been here for two weeks. She'd barely seen him more than a handful of times.
"When your mother used to favor your brother and hit you, who stepped in and took the beating for you?"
She avoided my gaze, looking utterly pathetic.
"When you didn't have money for high school, who worked her ass off to pay your tuition?"
"You've known him for less than a month, and now you want me to leave?"
"Skylar, after everything Ive done for you, do you have any conscience at all?"
She frowned slightly. Tears welled up, making her look like a damsel in distress.
"I didn't ask you to be good to me. Don't use moral blackmail."
"Besides, wasn't all that money yours anyway, thanks to Rhys?"
"His money?"
I lifted my chin. "Ask him if I have ever taken a single cent from him."
"No. Because you're pure."
He mocked me with a laugh. He carelessly picked up the groceries from the island and threw the bag at me.
"Then take your damn groceries and go. What are you sticking around for?"
I didn't move. I looked straight into his eyes.
"Rhys Kincaid, do you think I can never leave you?"
He raised an eyebrow lightly.
"Could you?"
A jolt of painful, physiological shock went through me. I collapsed onto the floor, trembling.
Next to me, his voice was laced with derision.
"Starting to act now?"
[Host's clarity value rising, punishment initiated.]
The system's voice echoed in my mind.
I tried to get up, shaking, but my strength failed me, and I was overcome with cold.
Why did I ever love this man?
[He is rich, powerful, and handsome. He is the best choice in the world.]
[Given your background, meeting him is winning the lottery.]
He treats women like toys.
[So what? He loves you.]
Dizzily, I looked up. Beneath his prominent brow ridge, his eyes were utterly cold and impassive.
He still thought I was faking it.
I asked the system how I could complete the task.
[There is no 'complete the task.']
[This is a perfect life.]
[He is just mistreating you now. Soon he will realize he loves you.]
[You will be the happiest woman alive.]
[You shouldn't be upset.]
The next second, my vision went black.
Before I passed out, I saw a flicker of panic and concern in his eyes.
Ah.
That was the moment he was supposed to "realize he loved me."
How ridiculous.
After ten years, I had the thought for the first time: I wanted to die.
Not for him. But to take the system controlling my body down with me.
I was too tired.
When I opened my eyes, I was in bed. He was slumped on a sofa nearby, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.
The moment I moved, he was alert.
"Awake?"
"Rhys Kincaid."
I looked at him. The mental pain from the electric shock made the tears stream down my face the moment I spoke.
He froze. I rarely showed any weakness.
He walked over and pulled me into a hug.
"It meant nothing with her."
"Shes not even my type."
His thumb brushed away my tears.
"I was just angry."
"Why were you willing to ask your boss for help, but not me?"
"Gen Lane, am I really that unreliable to you?"
So that was what mattered to him.
Skylar's previous art audition had required an exclusive private lesson with a professor, and my boss, Marcus, had arranged it.
I could have easily asked Rhys. It would have been nothing to him.
But I didn't want to. I was desperate to keep this relationship uncomplicated.
"I can't pay you back."
I pulled his hand away.
"I can repay Marcus. I cant repay you."
He countered, "When have I not helped you?"
I asked back, "How long can you help me?"
How long would he even stay with me?
We both knew the truth. The power in this relationship was never mine.
He was silent for a long moment.
"So this is why you faked fainting?"
I couldn't help but smile. A sense of reckless abandon took hold.
"Yes, I was faking it. I want to marry you. Is that too much to ask?"
Rhys Kincaid's eyes were dark and steady. He had clearly already made his final judgment of me.
"Ive given you everything I can."
"Gen, don't be greedy."
The door was slightly ajar. I knew Skylar was still listening.
For the next month, Rhys Kincaid didn't come near me.
Skylar moved out. She claimed she was moving into the dorms for orientation.
But I knew Rhys had bought her a condo in a high-rise near campus.
On my birthday, he called.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
I was packing. Clearing out every item that belonged to me from the penthouse. In the end, it was only two suitcases.
"I don't want anything."
My eyes were empty, but my voice was gentle.
"Could you stay with me?"
Silence on the other end. I heard the sounds of foot traffic. He was on a business trip overseasthe place hed promised to take me.
"Cant make it back. Be good, I'll call you when Im done."
I hung up. I moved out of the apartment.
That night, Skylar flew overseas, alone, to find him.
He was furious. Angry at her reckless impulsiveness. She was like a willful child.
But she told him she missed him too much to wait.
He kept her. In his hotel.
The next day, he cleared his schedule to take her skiing.
She was clumsy but reckless. Rhys taught her a few basics, and she immediately wanted to tackle the advanced slope.
The accident happened as expected. He was nearly hit trying to shield her.
She instinctively reached out to pull him back. She just nicked her calf.
She was taken to the hospital.
Sawyer, his friend, told me all of this as I stood in the corridor of the international hospital.
"Guess what she said when she woke up?"
I didn't respond.
He continued.
"She was sobbing hysterically."
"And she told Rhys, 'How could you? I was so afraid it was you who got hurt!'"
The glass reflected the images of Sawyer and me.
"That was the first time I ever saw genuine emotion in his eyes."
"What man can resist that? Gen, you cant play her game."
The hospital room door opened. Sawyer offered a quick greeting and left.
It was just Rhys and me.
"You promised me," I said, not looking at him, "that you wouldnt fall for her."
Rhys spoke softly.
"Do you know the difference between you and her?"
"She never talks to me like this."
"She just loves me."
"Gen, why cant you be like her?"
He probably expected me to throw a fit, based on my past temperament.
But I didn't. I just smiled.
"So, are you breaking up with me?"
"How much money do you want?" he asked.
I looked up at him. There was not a ripple of emotion in his eyes. He looked like he was simply processing a routine change in personnel.
"I want a lot of money."
I gave him the answer he expected.
"Give me your entire fortune."
Predictably, he frowned slightly. Finally, an expression.
Then, he smiled, his eyes cold.
"Do you deserve it?"
"She would die for me. Could you?"
Before returning to the States, Sawyer threw a party and invited me.
It was a private club, the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park. Neon lights intersected beneath the inky blue night.
Rhys arrived late. As soon as he did, people stood to greet him.
Skylar was right behind him. Her small scratch had healed in three days.
The guests' judging eyes subtly landed on me. But Rhys didn't spare me a single glance.
The sound of mahjong tiles clicked again.
Skylar, with her long, dark hair, was trying to play but failing. Rhys chuckled, patiently guiding her moves.
As he leaned in, his hand rested on the back of her mahogany chair. Her hair occasionally brushed the back of his hand.
"New arm candy?"
I was standing on the terrace getting air. I overheard a few women chatting near the window.
"After all these years, he was bound to get bored."
"I thought she was clever enough to lock him down. Thought they were going to get married."
"He spoiled her so much back then. Now hes moved onits always the same, just another toy."
I pulled my jacket tighter and turned.
I saw Skylar. She was toying with Rhys Kincaids lighter.
She smiled, radiating innocence.
"Gen, are you jealous that I stole him?"
I headed back to the table to grab my purse and leave.
Sawyer stopped me.
"Don't go. The fun's just started."
He said it to me, but his eyes were testing Rhys.
Rhys lifted his eyes dismissively, looking at Sawyers hand wrapped around my wrist.
He smiled loosely. "She doesn't have a place here."
"Of course she does."
Sawyer stood up and pulled out a seat for me.
"Lets play for high stakes."
His hand was still on my wrist.
"If I win, I get Genevieve for the night, how about that?"
Rhyss fingers paused.
I looked into his eyesthose famously charming eyes. They were entirely, naturally cynical.
He didn't refuse.
I sat down.
Rhys didnt join the game; Skylar sat in his spot. But this time, he didn't teach her anything. He just watched, silent.
The result, of course, was that I won.
But Skylar wore the satisfied expression of a victor.
Sawyer grabbed his sports car keys and led me away.
Before the car crossed the bridge, another luxury sedan cut us off.
Rhys Kincaid sat alone in the drivers seat. His eyes were empty, and he waited with unnatural patience.
He was waiting for me to step out of another mans car.
But I didnt.
"In such a hurry?"
He got out of his car and tossed my purse at Sawyer.
"You forgot her bag."
I watched him calmly.
"Thank you. Is there anything else?"
His gaze shifted to me. Clearly, there wasn't.
I tried to roll up the window.
He slammed his hand on the door, yanked it open, and roughly pulled me out.
"Rhys!"
A car sped past, drowning out the rest of Sawyer's protest. Rhys shot him a look, and Sawyer fell silent.
"Run off with the next guy before the check even cleared? Is that what I taught you?"
The words hadn't even fully left his mouth. A scream rang out behind us.
[Event triggered.]
The system voice sounded. I saw the distant figure raising a gun.
My body moved without my consent. I shielded Rhys Kincaid.
[Congratulations, Host. The Abuse Fiction storyline is complete.]
As the bullet tore into my body, I felt nothing.

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