Page 119 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

She grabbed my arm. I turned and tried to yank my arm out of her grasp. “What are you doing?”

“You think you won because you’re pregnant and wearing that ring? Think again.”

“Let go of me.”

People around us looked back at us.

“He told me that he could barely stomach having sex with you. Why do you think he keeps coming back to me?”

At that moment, everything became crystal clear. This woman wasn’t sleeping with Jackson. She wasn’t a threat to me.

“That’s where you are wrong, Harper, because the sex is mind-blowing. Like out of this world. He loves my pregnant body. He can’t get enough. How do you think we got here in the first place?”

Her fingers dug into my arm. “You’re a fucking liar.”

I looked up at her face. I knew I had hit a nerve. “Ask him. He tells me that what we have is different than what he had with anyone else.”

Her fingers crushed my arm. I tried to shake her off. She shoved me at the same moment I yanked back. And then I fell backward. My arms flailed. Her face looked shocked, and I saw her reach forward and try to grab me, but she missed and then suddenly, I hit the hard ground with a resounding thud. Flat on my back, I stared at the sky. Thoroughly winded, I could not get oxygen into my lungs.

I heard her scream, “Jackson!”

My rib cage refused to respond. I sounded like a groaning boar, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get air into my lungs.

Jackson’s face loomed over me. “Emily, you’re winded.”

My panicked eyes focused on his face.

His hand was on my forehead. “You’re okay. Just relax. Just relax your rib cage.”

It took forever, but suddenly my rib cage moved, and I sucked in air. Beautiful oxygen filled my lungs. I lay there, stunned, taking in big gulps of air.

“There's an ambulance on the way,” someone said.

Jackson’s face hovered above me. “Don’t move.”

“I’m fine,” I wheezed. “I just got the wind knocked out of me.”

His eyes were wide. “You could have broken your neck or your back. I don’t want you to move a muscle.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t move.”

I heard the approaching wail of the ambulance.

A spine boardis probably one of the most uncomfortable things in the world. Especially when you're pregnant. They rushed me to an emergency, and a doctor assessed me.

My spine was fine. There were no broken bones. No fractures. I was completely okay.

Jackson stood beside my hospital bed in the emergency room. He still wore his baseball outfit. We waited for a technician to do an ultrasound on Alien.

Alien was doing flip-flops in my belly. I knew everything was fine, but no one listened to me.

“What happened?” Jackson's face was remote.

“Harper came up and was talking to me.”

“What was she talking about?”

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