But he didn't hear me. Just as he picked up the chair, the man pulled out a knife. Desperate, I pushed past everyone, trying to reach him, only to be shoved to the ground by the throng. All I could think of was Alex's safety.
I was too late.
Emily stepped in front of Alex, and the knife slashed across her arm.
"What are you doing?" Alex shouted, wrapping his arms around her.
I took a deep breath, relieved that Alex was unharmed.
Someone finally noticed me on the ground, calling out to Alex. He rushed over, helping me up.
"When did you get here?" he asked, scanning me frantically. "Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and clung to him, sobbing. As people began to disperse, I still wouldn't let go.
Alex gently reassured me, "It's okay, it's okay."
From behind, Emily called out, "Alex, my arm…"
I awkwardly wiped my tears, apologizing, "I didn't get the chance to thank you earlier."
Emily glanced at Alex, a smile playing on her lips, "With me and Alex, there's no need for thanks."
Fortunately, someone pulled the man away, and Emily's injuries were minor. Yet, Alex continued to care for her, explaining they'd known each other since childhood, and since her husband had passed away, he felt responsible.
Before our baby, Alex promised to always be there for me, never letting me suffer. Now? I could barely catch a glimpse of him.
As I left the hospital, Alex called, but I hesitated before rejecting it.
He called again and again. Finally, when I didn't answer, he sent a text: "I've called a cab for you. Be careful on your way home."
The wind brushed past my face as a taxi pulled up, but I waved it away and continued down the dark street.
Not long after, a black Maybach screeched to a halt beside me. Alex slammed the door in frustration and grabbed my arm. "Get in. I'll take you home."
Pulling away, I stubbornly said, "I don't need you."
Seeing my resolute stance, Alex chuckled and scooped me up, ignoring my kicks. He placed me in the passenger seat and buckled me in.
As tears streamed down my face, he gently wiped them away, kissing the tears as they fell. I bit his lip, venting my frustration, and he didn't push me away. Instead, he let me unleash my emotions.
But just as he was about to respond in kind, his phone rang with Emily's name on the screen. My heart sank.
He saw it too, paused, and gently pulled away. "I'll get you home," he said, voice calm.