I arrived at the hospital later that morning, my mind clouded with anger and grief. As I walked through the doors, every step felt like a betrayal to myself, but I couldn’t stop. The world blurred around me, the sterile smell of disinfectant assaulting my senses. All I wanted was to end this chapter of my life.
But then, as I rounded the corner toward the reception desk, I froze. There they were—Rozen and Thalia, standing together, too close for comfort. They hadn’t seen me yet, but the sight of them was enough to send a rush of nausea through me. Thalia was glowing, her hands protectively cradling her stomach. Rozen stood beside her, looking… calm. Supportive. Like her husband, not mine.
I couldn’t breathe. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the scene before me, the two of them standing there, at the hospital, like they were starting a family together. Was this why he didn’t come home? Was he here for her, for their baby?
My feet moved before my brain could catch up. I stormed over, the blood roaring in my ears.
“Chloe?” Rozen’s voice was sharp, startled when he saw me. But instead of guilt or surprise, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What are you doing here?”