I Fought for His Future. Now I’m Fighting for Myself novel Chapter 7

When Charlotte finally came to, she was wearing a clean hospital gown. Sean sat by her bed, eyes red from crying.

A wave of dread exploded in her chest. Instinctively, Charlotte reached for her stomach, but pain shot through her body, sharp and unbearable.

"Charlotte, you just got out of surgery. The doctor said you can't move around." His words struck her like thunder. Her ears rang, her breath caught, and the taste of blood filled her throat.

Sean panicked, pressing the call button over and over, shouting for help. "Charlotte! Charlotte, don't scare me, okay? We can always have another baby."

The doctor and nurses rushed in and sedated her before she could even respond.

As she drifted back into unconsciousness, fragments of their life together replayed in her mind.

The five-year-old Sean, shy and fragile, offered her a small piece of candy with trembling hands.

The 18-year-old Sean, hunched under dim light, was stitching up her torn boxing gloves with quiet devotion.

The 20-two-year-old Sean, kneeling with a ring. Sunlight spilling over his smile like the promise of forever.

The 27-year-old Sean, hurting her so effortlessly, as if he had been preparing for it all along.

Was it time that had changed him, or had she simply never mattered enough?

When she woke again, he was still there, changing her hospital pads as if it were the most natural thing to do.

The smell of blood lingered in the air, but he didn't seem to notice. His hands were gentle as he changed, his movements careful, tender even. Anyone walking in might have thought he was loyal, loving, and full of remorse.

However, all Charlotte felt was cold emptiness. Sean was only doing that to make himself feel better. Just like he had said, once her leg was healed and his debts were repaid, they would finally be even.

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