Her jaw was swollen, twisted. Her breaths were shallow.
I dragged her to the car and sped to the hospital, my tears blinding me.
Hours later, I sat outside the emergency ward, wringing my hands, praying she’d survive.
“Rough night?”
The voice froze me. Chloe strolled out of the hallway, perfectly fine, no sign of injury. Her lips curved in a mocking smile.
“You—” my voice broke. “You’re not hurt.”
She laughed. “Of course I’m not. I was never pregnant either. But Jason believed it because he's madly in love with me and believes whatever I want him to even when I told him you cheated and he's not your dead son’s father.”
I scoffed, “Why am I not surprised that you're a manipulating conniving bitch.”
Chloe’s eyes gleamed with victory. “I pushed him to the edge. I wanted him to finally admit to you what he feels for me. And he did, didn’t he?”
“You’re disgusting,” I spat. “Nothing but a filthy whore, that's what he admitted.”
Her smile faltered for a second before she masked it with a glare. “Careful, Amber. You’re in no position to insult me. This isn’t over. I’ll deal with you soon enough.”
She flicked her hair back and sauntered off, her laughter echoing in the corridor.