Maxton’s voice, dripping with scorn, carried after me. "No need. Trust me, she’ll come crawling back like a dog, begging for forgiveness."
His words cut through me like a knife, my fists clenching so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. The ache in my chest deepened, splintering the last fragile threads of love I had for him.
But Maxton was wrong this time. He would never see me crawl back—not now, not ever.
On the way home in a taxi, my stomach churned with pain, cold sweat trickling down my back.
"Miss, are you okay? Should I take you to a hospital?" the driver asked, his worried gaze catching my pale reflection in the mirror.
I weakly shook my head, forcing a faint smile. "No, it’s fine. Just take me to the address I gave you."
Before I could say another word, darkness swallowed me whole.
When I came to, the sterile white walls of a hospital surrounded me. The driver stood anxiously by my bedside; his concern etched across his face.
When I opened my eyes, the man sighed in relief, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Little girl, if you weren’t feeling well, you should’ve visited the hospital earlier. You really frightened me. Luckily, it was just a false alarm. I bought you some cereal and the fees are already taken care of."
After explaining everything, he stood up, ready to leave.
My gaze fell on the steaming bowl of cereal on the table and tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.
From the moment of that unplanned abortion until now, the first ounce of care I received came from a stranger.
Just as warmth began to fill the cracks in my heart, my phone vibrated. The screen lit up with Maxton’s name.
Without hesitation, I turned it off, refusing to answer as I once would have.
I lay motionless in bed for what felt like an eternity, mustering enough strength to finally drag myself to the doctor’s office.
"Solana, you just went through an abortion," Dr. Huxley said, his voice calm but firm as he reviewed my records. "You can’t afford to let your emotions spiral like this. Thankfully, you came in time today; another delay could’ve cost you your life."
His words hung in the air, heavy with concern, as I quietly asked to be discharged.
Dr. Huxley’s brows lifted in surprise, though his tone remained steady. "Do you really want to leave? In your condition, I strongly advise staying for further observation."