Before she could hang up, I panicked.
At that moment, a pile of Jodie's makeup products fell from the passenger seat.
"Wait!" I cried, desperation taking over.
I said, "It's not about Zayne. I was in a car accident, right outside the hospital. The car could explode any minute. Can you please send help..."
She cut me off, sounding irritated.
She said, "Eliza, cut it out. Dr. Snow's not here, and even if we sent an ambulance, you wouldn't see him. Stop this nonsense. This line is for saving lives. Don't take up public resources just to stage some dramatic act."
"He's not ignoring you on purpose," she added dismissively. "He's dealing with a life-or-death situation. You're pregnant, so just stay calm and wait for him to explain everything later."
Then she hung up.
Tears of despair streamed down my face.
I never imagined Zayne could be so heartless, leaving me without a way out.
I had called his office in the past when Jodie would invent one excuse after another to pull him away from me.
But I had never lied or wasted emergency resources.
We were married for seven years, and this was how he saw me.
No wonder he'd had no trouble hurting me in my last life.