Velvet Nights and Broken Vows 6 Summary
Sophia firmly ends her relationship with Ethan, rejecting his apology and declaring they are over. After discarding his contact information, she attends a late-night drink with her high school best friend at a jazz lounge. Their evening is interrupted when Ethan suddenly appears, furious and confrontational, accusing her of drinking despite her pregnancy and demanding to know the whereabouts of their baby.
The tension escalates as Sophia calmly reveals that the baby is gone, which shocks Ethan deeply. His disbelief and emotional turmoil are evident as he struggles to process the loss. Sophia reflects on the painful memory of Ethan doubting the baby’s paternity when she first told him about the pregnancy, highlighting the strain in their relationship.
Ethan’s desperation leads him to physically restrain Sophia and insist on the truth about the baby’s fate. When they move to a secluded car, he questions her decision, blaming her stubbornness for losing the baby. Sophia firmly corrects him, admitting she chose to terminate the pregnancy and shows him hospital records as proof.
Despite clear evidence, Ethan refuses to accept the truth and accuses her of lying. Sophia remains resolute and emotionless, explaining that she ended the pregnancy because she was tired of their troubled relationship. The chapter ends with Ethan grappling with the harsh reality and Sophia standing strong in her decision.
His biting sarcasm didn’t rattle me in the slightest. To be honest, I simply found it tedious.
“I don’t want your apology,” I said firmly. “There’s just one thing you need to accept: we’re over.”
With those words hanging in the air, I ended the call. Without hesitation, I removed the SIM card, then tossed both the phone and the card into the trash bin.
The welcome dinner had wrapped up around eleven o’clock at night. Shortly after, a message popped up on my phone from my high school best friend—someone I hadn’t seen in years—inviting me out for a late-night drink.
I headed straight home, slipped into a sleek, figure-hugging long dress, and set off with a light heart to meet her.
By one-thirty in the morning, we found ourselves in a dimly lit jazz lounge, the soft notes of a saxophone weaving through the smoky air. Just as I lifted my third martini glass to toast my friend once again, a sudden, furious hand grabbed my drink from behind.
Startled, I spun around to find Ethan standing there, his face shadowed and dark with anger.
Before I could even ask what he was doing here, he had seized my arm and yanked me out of my seat, speaking through clenched teeth, “Who said you could drink? You’re about to have a baby—how dare you…!”
His voice trailed off abruptly as his gaze dropped to my stomach. For a long moment, he stared silently, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his eyes lifted to meet mine, filled with a desperate intensity.
“Sophia, where is the baby?” he demanded.
I remained silent, and the tension thickened. Ethan’s fists clenched so tightly that his whole body trembled uncontrollably. His bloodshot eyes locked onto mine as he repeated, refusing to relent, “I’m asking you—where is our baby?”
I met his gaze calmly and said simply, “It’s gone.”
Those two words hit him like a sudden frost, freezing him to the core. His face drained of color as he staggered backward, muttering to himself in disbelief, “Impossible… how could this happen…?”
Watching Ethan’s stunned and broken expression, I couldn’t help but sigh quietly to myself. Men, I thought, were born to be actors.
Eight months earlier, when I first discovered I was pregnant, my initial instinct was to show Ethan the positive test. My honest, nervous confession was met with a long, heavy silence. Then came the question that haunted me ever since:
“Sophia, are you sure the baby is mine?”
Back in the jazz lounge, as my friend and I prepared to leave, Ethan suddenly appeared and grabbed my wrist, holding me firmly in place. His eyes were frighteningly red, burning with a mixture of anger and desperation.
“Sophia,” he said, voice low and intense, “I need the truth about the baby. If I don’t get it, I’ll never let you go.”
Minutes later, we were sitting in a black car parked in a shadowy corner of an underground garage. Ethan leaned over, attempting to fasten my seatbelt, but I shook my head impatiently.
“If you want answers, just ask me here. Don’t waste my time dragging me somewhere else.”
For a moment, he froze, a flicker of hurt flashing across his face. Then, pulling back his hand, he asked coldly, “How exactly is the baby gone?”
I gave a small, bitter smile. “What do you think?”
After a pause, regret clouded his eyes as he said, “That day at my house, when we saw the snake—if you’d just waited quietly for me to take you to the hospital, maybe our baby could have been saved. Sophia, you’re just too stubborn.”
Hearing those words only strengthened my conviction that my decision had been right.
“Ethan, you’re wrong. The baby wasn’t lost at home,” I said, my voice flat and steady.
I looked at him without emotion. “I asked the doctor to terminate the pregnancy. You were there before the procedure.”
Frowning deeply, Ethan let out a bitter laugh, filled with anger. “Sophia, do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe such a ridiculous lie and just walk away, like you want?”
I didn’t bother arguing. Instead, I pulled out my phone, opened the electronic medical records and the payment receipt from the hospital, and held the screen up for him to see.
As he scanned the documents, the color drained from Ethan’s face until it was ashen.
He looked at me and asked quietly, “Why would you do that?”
My expression remained emotionless. “Because I was tired of it.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
