“Zoey, what the hell did you do?!” His voice was full of rage. My heart pounded.
“I-I'm sorry. But it wasn't yours. I was... raped the day I debut as a singer. I-I'm sorry..."
“But still our baby is dead! You let our baby die!” I flinched at the venom in his words. But something didn’t add up. He wasn’t just angry—he was furious.
Not over my supposed betrayal. Not over my lost virginity. But over the baby. Why? A chilling realization settled over me. There was something else James wasn’t telling me.
I spent days alone in the hospital, staring at the blank walls, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to entertain. James never visited. Not once. The only person who showed up was Kate, but even her presence felt off, like she was only there out of obligation. I tried calling James multiple times, but his phone was either off or unreachable. Every unanswered call felt like another stab to my already shattered heart. Was he mourning the loss of the baby? Or was he just avoiding me?