Chapter 8
By the time I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital.}
A nurse was rushing me down the hallway, panic in her voice.}
“Page the doctor–now! She
She glanced around urgentesn’t look good. We might be looking at a preterm delivery!“>
the surgery consent form.”
“Where’s her phone? We need to call her family and get her husband here ASAP. We’ll need his signature on
The sound of unanswered calls echoed through the corridor. A single tear slipped down my cheek.
Of course Beckett wasn’t picking up. He was probably too busy playing the loving partner to his darling Delaney. What did it matter to him if I–or our baby–lived or died?!
Sure enough, after a few more unanswered calls, the line went dead. He’d hung up on me.”
The nurse laced down at me with concern. “Do you have any other family we can contact? We can’t get through to your husband.“}
and trembled as I lifted it. “I’ll… sign it myself.“}
My
I scrawled my name on the form with trembling hands. From this moment on, neither my baby nor I needed Beckett. I never expected that after signing the paperwork, I’d be left waiting in the delivery room with no doctor in sight.} Fighting through the pain, I asked the nurse.
She looked troubled but hurried to explain, “Someone important just arrived–a Shaw. He came with his pregnant wife. It’s just a minor burn, but he pulled every available doctor from the hospital to treat her–even our obstetrics team. But don’t worry, they’ll be back soon. Hang in there.“>
She gently wiped the sweat off my forehead, but her words couldn’t reach the storm inside me.
The pain tearing through my body was nothing compared to what
The rightful Mrs. Shaw lay in the ward, fighting for her life.
felt in my chest.
Meanwhile, Delaney–the mistress–with her tiny burn got the whole hospital moving.
I could barely breathe and my vision went dark at the edges.}
Just before I passed out, I heard the nurse shout desperately, “We’re losing her! Someone help!“}
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I woke up a day later. My first instinct was to reach for my belly. When I realized it was completely flat, it was like lightning cracked through my skull.}
“My baby… where’s my baby?!“}
Panic surged as I ripped the IV from my arm and tried to climb out of bed, ignoring the sharp pain.
Just then, the nurse walked in, cradling something in her arms. She placed a tiny bundle in mine. And in that moment, as I held my child close to my chest, I finally at ease.”
Two weeks later, I stood at the airport holding my baby. All the documents were finalized. As I glanced up at the giant screen displaying the latest gossip about Beckett pampering his lover–I didn’t hesitate.@
I clutched my baby tighter… and boarded the plane.
9:56 AM
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