Thirty minutes after that, I finished the discharge process alone.
And just as I walked past the OB-GYN department, I saw Michael, and beside him was Daniela.
I overheard a young nurse at the consultation desk say sweetly to Daniela.
“Mrs. Hudson, your husband really adores you. He comes with you every time, and even warms the ultrasound gel himself so you won’t feel cold during the checkup.”
The surrounding pregnant women looked at her with open admiration.
My hand moved subconsciously to my stomach.
I remembered...
There had been a child here once.
On the day of the car accident, I suffered a miscarriage due to blood loss. I cried while making a video call to Michael.
But all I saw was a naked Daniela on the screen, smiling as she said, “Mrs. Hudson, your husband lost a game to me, so as punishment, he’s currently tied to the bed. Is there something you need from him?”
I said nothing and hung up.
Not even a minute passed before Michael called back.
Holding a teary-eyed, wronged-looking Daniela in his arms, he exploded at me.
“You’re so petty and pathetic, Ashlyn. Always making trouble!”
And then, with disgust in his voice, he added, “You couldn’t even hold on to your own baby. What can someone like you possibly do right?”
“Honestly, I wish that truck had finished the job and killed you.”
Snapping back to the present, I was about to take a detour and walk away— but Michael walked toward me with that cold expression and snapped, “Why are you just standing there like an idiot?”
Startled, I instinctively tried to explain. “I wasn’t following you. I really just ran into you by coincidence. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“Wait.”
He frowned, and at the sound of that single word, I caught the flicker of jealousy in Daniela’s eyes.
She clutched his arm a little tighter and smiled at me sweetly. “Mrs. Hudson, thank you again for the blood donation. Without you, I’d still be so dizzy today. You saved me and my baby!”
“Michael, won’t you bring Mrs. Hudson home with us? Please?”
Michael dotingly tapped the tip of her nose and gently replied, “My sweet angel, whatever you say goes.”
Since I had to return to the house to gather my things anyway, I didn’t refuse Daniela’s “kindness.”
Inside the spacious black car, silence hung heavily—until, as if right on cue, I spotted something wedged between the seat cushions.
A pair of still-damp lace panties.