“There won’t be a next time. Take your money and get out of Rivenport.”
Footsteps echoed from the hall.
My heart lurched as I staggered back into the ward. Before I could even lie down, Javon had already stepped inside.
“Addison, when did you wake up?”
Cold sweat clung to me, my body trembling, though I forced myself to appear calm.
“Just now. I didn’t see you around, so I thought of coming out to look for you.”
His gaze fixed on me, sharp and probing, as if searching for the truth hidden behind my words.
My heart seized in terror. Just when I thought he had seen through me, he swept me into his arms and placed me on the bed.
“How could you be so careless? We’ve already lost our baby; you can’t let anything else happen to you.”
And he dared to speak of it.
The thought of the child he had intentionally destroyed made me clutch my chest, my tears rushing out uncontrollably.
So every car crash, every robbery, every fall, they had never been accidents.
They had been Javon’s doing, again and again, just to clear the way for his mistress.
“The doctor just said your uterus wasn’t cleaned properly. You’ll need another surgery.”