When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 72

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I wanted to try one more time for my baby, and for myself too.

Christine didn’t try to talk me out of it, just asked me, “Have you thought about the consequences if this fails?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought it through.”

If things went south, I’d vanish without a trace, avoiding any chance of losing my kid.

With t

that decision made, I didn’t even feel like cooking when I got home. I grabbed a

the couch.

burger from the food truck down the street instead and then slumped int

Waiting for Bryant to come home, I buried myself in work with my laptop.

But the afternoon waned, and there was still no sign of him at the door.

I couldn’t help but text him, “Are you coming home soon?”

No reply came even after a long wait.

What kind of emergency has him this tied up? Christine didn’t mention any crisis at the

firm.

Autumn days are short, and by five, the sun was already setting.

The orange sunset light spilled in, and a chilly autumn breeze blew outside. Suddenly, I felt an intense loneliness.

Before I knew it, I had my phone in hand.

I hated this waiting, this feeling of being suspended in mid-air.

Just as I was about to call Bryant, Kevin’s call came through, his voice awkward, “Mrs. Ferguson, I’m really sorry, but something personal came up. Can I have your medical report delivered to you by express courier?”

“Did you guys sort out the emergency at the firm?”

Kevin sounded confused, “What emergency?”

“You know…” It hit me then, the “emergency” that made Bryant leave me wasn’t work-related at all.

Immediately, I changed the subject, “The medical reports are ready?”

“Yes, the hospital called me this afternoon.”

“I’ll just swing by and pick them up myself.”

“Mrs. Ferguson,” he hesitated, “maybe I should..”

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Chapter 72

“It’s fine. Kevin, I live nearby. You go take care of your things.”

After hanging up, I drove to the hospital, and while waiting for the green light, I tried calling Bryant again. No answer.

As the light was about to turn green, a black sedan sped through a red light, rushing into the BlessedCare Medical Facility’s driveway.

Only a man with his wife in labor could be in such a hurry, I thought.

Little did I realize, my casual thought would soon prove to be an uncanny prediction.

After parking at the hospital, as I passed the emergency room, I overheard people talking.

“If every woman had a husband that caring, who would be afraid of childbirth? That man was so anxious, his eyes were red.”

“Exactly, and devastatingly handsome too. His concern just made him even more attractive!”

“But, why do I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before?”

“Give it a rest, you think every handsome guy looks familiar.”

It must have been the guy in that car.

I chuckled to myself and was about to head to the outpatient hall when I saw a tall man being ushered out of the emergency room by a nurse.

“You better wait outside! The doctors can take better care of your wife if you’re out here!” Seeing that familiar handsome face, my mind buzzed, and I froze on the spot.

His usually immaculate suit was wrinkled and stained with patches of blood on the cuf and trousers.

A distressing sight.

Whose blood it was and how it got there was obvious.

I wasn’t far from him; a simple glance would have revealed my presence.

But he didn’t see me.

He was too caught up waiting outside, his mind and eyes only for the woman in the emergency room. I had never seen him like this before, like a caged animal.

“Margaret Ferguson.”

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