spent my last day in this city at the hospital
The decision I couldn’t make was made for me by fate–this child wasn’t meant to stay
Alone with no one to turn to, I forced myself to sign the consent form for an emergency D&C. The anesthesia barely worked. Half–conscious, I felt the cold instruments scraping inside me, the pain radiating through my entire being.
For an entire day and night, Ryan never once looked for me. Not once.
In my delusional state, I still held out hope. Though I’d blocked his calls, email, and texts, I’d left his WhatsApp active. Just in case. Just in case he truly wanted to apologize but had no other way to reach me.
Pathetic. I know. I couldn’t let go of that last thread of dignity.
But now, along with that piece of flesh torn from me, all my feelings for him were gone.
While hurrying to complete n
expression.
paperwork, I ran into Ryan at the payment counter. Seeing my pale face, guilt flickered across his
“Still running a fever? Why didn’t you say you were coming to the hospital?”
Before I could answer, Olivia dramatically called out: “Emma, you’re sick again? How is it you always manage to bump into us when you’re ill?”
The implication was clear–she thought I was faking illness for attention.
I tried to move past them, but Olivia followed me into the restroom. In the cramped stall, she finally dropped her pretense.
“Old hag, when will you stop haunting us? You don’t seriously think you can sleep your way up, do you?”
She quickly snatched my medical records before I could react.
“Abortion surgery? Tsk tsk, wonder how many guys you’ve fucked. I’ve seen your type before–loose and stinky down there.”
“If you know what’s good for you, get lost. Otherwise, that piece of rotting flesh might end up in a dog’s stomach.”
Her words made me shake with rage. This bitch hadn’t tortured me enough–now she was cursing my child? I raised my hand to slap her with all my strength.
Before my hand could land on her face, Ryan’s palm struck my cheek first.
This was the first time in my life I’d been hit. My ears rang from the impact.
Olivia cried crocodile tears. “Emma told me to stay away from you, said you belonged to her. When I refused, she tried to hit me!”
Ryan shouted at me furiously: “What the fuck is wrong with you? She’s half your age! How could you be so vicious? Why can’t you leave Olivia alone? BACK OFF!”
I stared blankly at this snarling man before me. He didn’t even bother to hear my side.
The boy who once gently scolded me for self–deprecating about my age–who knew every one of my insecurities–now wielded them like knives.
The sincere young man from my memories was gone forever–or perhaps he never existed.
Maybe because I looked too shaken, Ryan spoke more gently.
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Chapter 4
7 know you’re upset. We’ll talk about this later
Then be left with Olivia in his arms, while I whispered to his retreating back “We have no later
After completing my discharge procedures. I submitted my resignation letter to the company. Almost instantly, my phone was flooded with messages, most asking
Emma, you’re really quitting? Where are you going? Does the Mr. Hayes know?”
Naughed bitterly What secret relationship? Everyone at work had figured it out.
I just had no name, no status, still fooling myself. If it were real love, how could he bear not to make it public?
Tes. I’m done. Leaving.”
1 efficiently deleted all the ill–intentioned contacts, opened Ryan’s WhatsApp, and sent him screenshots of their group chat.
“Byan. I once thought I’d found true love. Turns out I was just convenient.”
Don’t worry. The best tr
older women is we can play the game and walk away clean. Wishing you well.”
I took one last look at this city.
Before boarding, it was still pouring rain, but as the plane broke through the cloud layer, sunlight flooded the cabin window.
My future would surely see clear skies after the storm.
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Sara 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.

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