Alexander didn't help me. He just looked at me—maybe there was guilt in his eyes—but then he slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone.
I laughed bitterly at the mess my marriage had become, at how blind I’ve been. Apologies meant nothing to him—they were just words to get me to forgive him. And I always did it because I loved him.
But now, I’m paying the price for that love.
As I struggled to my feet, a dull ache radiated through my body. My thoughts were clouded with the weight of all we've been through, the lies, the betrayal. But then, something pulled me back to the present—something warm and wet. I glanced down, and my breath caught in my throat.
Blood.
Everything around me blurred, the room spinning as panic sets in.
The next morning, Alexander didn't return home. I wasn't surprised to find him missing. It wasn't unusual. His assistant, Edward Seville, called multiple times, looking for him, saying he hadn't arrived at the office.
How would I know? He usually avoided dealing with me.
Putting it all together, there was only one place I could think of: somewhere with Colleen, probably an OB-GYN's office.