The doctor gave me a quick, apologetic glance before the nurses approached me with a consent form I wasn’t allowed to read.
I was prepped and wheeled away before I could even process it.
The doctor gave me a quick, apologetic glance before the anesthesia mask covered my nose and mouth. Cold gas filled my lungs. My body went numb, my thoughts blurred. They were about to cut me open, take a part of me I’d never get back. All for Jasmine. For Robert. My chest tightened as everything went dark. It felt like dying.
“Good girl,” Robert said with a smirk. “At least you’re useful for something today.”
“Robert Wood,” I said groggily.
“Yes, that’s my name, wifey,” he replied in a sarcastic tone.
“When this is over, I’m never coming back. You’re letting me go.”
“Keep running and keep being selfish, Mia. The baby is ours. Jasmine is just offering her womb, that’s all. You’re doing this for our child. Always remember that.”
Deep down, I knew once the baby arrived, Robert would cut me off without blinking. My mouth tasted sour, metallic. My head was spinning as I stared at the bandages on my side, the ache in my body a brutal reminder of what they are taking from me.
“Robert…”