Chasing the Ex-Wife

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but as he walked in, the sound of

her brother. A quick glance from her made it clear this wasn't ju

ch I had ever wanted to remember. His sharp eyes immediately found mine, his gaze piercing, cold. "Why are the cops here?" His

scanned me-intensely, with a flicker

ng the situation with a wave of her hand. "She caused a scene, a

waver from me as he took a step c

n cried, her hand flying to her chest as thou

he said, his ton

ico," Mrs. Thompson began, h

idn't even spare her a glance. In

he cuff

. Delri

ce carried the kind of authority

ng the cold steel from my wrists. The skin there throbb

nd hovering slightly as though debati

finish the question. My voice was steady, but my chest bu

ough my leg. My gaze swept the room-Mrs. Thompson's smug expression faltered, th

aid, my voice low but deliber

I dragged myself toward the door. Each

l air bit at my skin. My fingers dug into my bag, pulling out th

ering over the line. Then, with a sharp brea

end. It was on

, I flagged down a cab, my resolve

the driver a few bills, my hands trembling, and stepped o

t me instantly. The receptionist barely glanced at me before

oung nurse said, her vo

the chair with relief. My body felt heavier than ever, ev

y arm and wrapping a bandage around it. But the

she asked, her

d a hand to my stomach as a sharp pain shot through me. "No..

iately. "Stay here," she said, her v

nto the room. His badge read Dr. Maxwell. He crouched besi

f pain is it

bbing," I said thr

ultrasound immediately. Nurs

the equipment. The doctor smeared cold gel onto my lower

ng. My entire body felt like it was on t

, the gel still sticky on my skin. Dr. Maxwel

his words hanging in the air. I b

as preparing for a miscarriage. We caught it just in time. T

ou mean?" My voice

teady but kind. "I need you to be honest wi

struggle flashing in my mind. "I f

lucky you came in quickly. Stress and physical strain

ix of emotions flooding through me-fear, confu

r. Maxwell said. "But most importantly, avoid st

like stones. My life had already been

ck against the pillow, staring

reminded myself bitt

hat, I wasn't g