Chapter 6
Olivia hadn’t expected such a harsh reaction Her voice turned whiny.
“I I’ve never seen one of those before! You know that, Ryan. I’m still pure. Not like Emma, who’s probably had, like, a dozen abortions”
She hesitated, then pushed further, her tone saccharine. “You’re not actually missing her, are you? Didn’t you say she was just practice?
Ryan gave Olivia a look that chilled her to the bone.
Realizing she’d misspoken, Olivia stammered: “I mean–the guys said that! I just overheard it! You know how shy I get around that kind of talk!”
Ryan had always thought Olivia was sweet, if a little spoiled. But now? Now, he just felt sick.
Emma would never
She never made excuses. Never gossiped. Never clung to his friends for validation. And she sure as hell wouldn’t tear another woman down like this.
Emma had empathy–real, quiet kindness–for everyone.
Once the seed of doubt was planted, the truth unraveled fast.
Ryan slammed his foot on the gas, speeding toward the hospital. He demanded Emma’s records, but the nurse just crossed her arms.
“What’s your relationship to her? Are you family? This is patient confidentiality.”
“I’m… I’m her boyfriend. Look, I have photos-”
He frantically scrolled through his phone, only to freeze. Every picture of them was gone.
She must have deleted them while he slept. He never even noticed.
During those nights when she knew the truth, how much pain had she been in?
When the medical staff refused to help, Ryan stormed through the wards, desperate for any trace of her.
What had happened to Emma?
Finally, a patient took pity on him: “That girl came in by ambulance at night. Had an abortion. Poor thing looked like a ghost after.”
Ryan’s last hope was crushed.
While Emma was alone in a hospital bed, he’d been fussing over Olivia’s stupid burn–a scratch so minor it barely needed a Band–Aid.
After the procedure, he’d slapped her because of Olivia.
The realization hit him like a truck.
SLAP, SLAP.
He struck himself twice across the face and broke down sobbing.
“Emma, where are you?”
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His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings… And His World Is Unraveling!
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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