NICOLE
I rub my hands together over her over again but I still can’t feel my fingers.
I’ve been trying to call Roman for the last two hours and he hasn’t answered my calls at all. I’m a nervous wreck. I don’t know what to do or where to go. I came here in the ambulance with Emeralda and I haven’t gotten any news from her yet.
I’ve already washed my hands, but they still feel sticky with her blood. I don’t think this feeling will go away anytime soon.
Neither will the memory of her doing such a terrible thing to herself. God, I feel terrible for assuming she was just putting on an act for attention. Nobody would hurt themselves in such a way just to prove a point.
…right?
I’m so lost. I don’t know where to begin processing this.
Hell, I don’t even know how Roman will react to all of this when he eventually finds out.
Will he blame me for going to her and not consulting him?
At the end of the day, the baby she’s carrying is still his biological child. That baby has his blood running through its veins.What about me? What do I have?
Oh, right. I forgot. I don’t even know if the baby is going to be alright after what she did! What if she dies along with the baby? Then, It be responsible for two deaths. Two. I know I’m not the one who cut her with that knife, but if I hadn’t gone there and said those things to her, maybe it wouldn’t have happened.
I regret my decision so much. It didn’t amount to a thing and just made things worse.
So much worse.
I try calling Roman again for the hundredth time while l wait for news about Emeralda. Again, he doesn’t pick up, and that makes me even more restless.
I have to give up eventually and wait for him to get back to me.
About fifteen minutes later, my phone rings and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. I assume it’s Roman, but it’s actually Mason.
I get so confused, but l answer anyway.
“Mason?”
“Nicole,” he begins, “I know things between us aren’t going that well, and I understand if you’re mad at me. I really do.”
“What’s going on?”
“It’s about Roman.”
My heart skips a beat and I genuinely feel like I’m having a heart attack. Tears fill my eyes and I can’t trust myself to speak.
Mason says, “Hello? Are you there?”
“What…What happened?”
“Where are you?”
“Mason,” I say through my teeth. “What happened to Roman?”
“It’ll be easier if I can tell you in person.”
‘ “Oh God,” I whisper before screwing my eyes shut and hoping, just for a moment, that I could open my eyes and find myself in bed beside him. I never should’ve left the penthouse.
I never should’ve gone looking for trouble.
“Where are you?” he asks again.
“At the hospital. St Peter’s.”


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