“I’ve thought it through,” I said, my voice steady despite the tears in my eyes.
The doctor sighed, giving me one last look before nodding. I was wheeled into the operating room, the cold sterile lights overhead blurring as the anesthesia took hold. When it was done, I felt hollow, like a part of me was missing.
As I left the hospital, still weak and pale, a furious voice cut through the cold night air.
“Jane! Stop right there!”
I turned around, my heart sinking as I met Mark’s furious gaze. His face was dark with rage, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin crawl. He stormed toward me, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like he was ready to snap.
"Get in the car, Jane," he growled through gritted teeth.
Before I could react, his hand clamped around my wrist and he dragged me to the car, shoving me inside with a force that made my body ache. My breath hitched as I struggled to free myself, but his grip was unrelenting. He slammed the car door shut, locking it as he rounded the car, his eyes never leaving me.