ly ran out of the restaurant into the biting night air. Edward's dr

es darted away nervously, a sheen of cold sweat on

Eleanora's voice was sharp, leavi

ze? Did he know where Edward had really gone? The gardenia perfume, the panicked phone call, Krystal's s

g... The call was forcefully rejected.

swollen belly tightly, taking deep breaths to force her rac

trance was a scene of controlled chaos, bathed in t

rried toward the ER. She needed to make sure Chloe was safe first. In the main

you doing here?" Mar

in from a car crash. Where is she?" Elea

Treatment Room 3. Minor whiplash and a few scratches. She

he other car... it's a mess. The mother suffered multiple fractures. But the craziest part? Her husband practically tore the ER apart.

eath hitched.

e bespoke suit. Looked like a terrifying CEO straight out of a mag

hite bes

ng when he kissed her forehead

egs moved on their own, carrying her like a ghost toward th

Eleanora approached the VIP family waiting room near the incubators, she

saw Krystal sitting in a wheelchair, covered in bandages

as E

rystal to the core was currently kneeling before her

rushed to see you, I wouldn't have crashed..." Kryst

ays be here," Edward coaxed, his tone dripping with a despera

t she be mad that you left your dinner with her? She's heavily pregnan

ing so hard into her palms they drew blood. She waited for Edwar

let out a cold,

y married her to appease my mother after she forced you away. The baby she's carrying is just an accident, a burdensome responsibility

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over and hold my hand..." "He told me that the baby his wife i

d vividly in her mind, overlapping perfectly with

ed back, leaning heavily against the cold hospital wall, gasping for a

weet words, the public displays of affection-it was all a sick, twisted per

kissed Krystal's forehead. The same forehead he had

top-tier psychologist, she knew that hysterical confrontation would

slowly dissolved, replaced by an

esting protectively over her belly as she turned away from the door. Dream on, Edward