I could hear Jodie's pitiful sobbing in the background as he unleashed his anger on me.
He didn't even let me get a word in or bother to ask how I was or what had happened before hanging up.
The memory of his cold, indifferent face from my previous life flashed before my eyes.
Tears streamed down my face and landed on the stretcher.
I trembled uncontrollably.
The pain in my abdomen brought me back to reality.
Blood, mixed with amniotic fluid, pooled beneath me.
But none of this compared to the agony of being cut apart by Zayne.
As I was rushed into the emergency room, the woman who had hung up on me earlier saw my pale face and froze.
Her eyes widened with horror.
She immediately rushed over, stammering apologies.
She said she had thought it was a false alarm.
She excused herself and called it a mistake.
Robert, noticing something was wrong, asked a few questions. When he found out I was Zayne's wife, his expression turned dark with anger.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Zayne.
He put the call on speaker so I could hear it.
Robert asked, "Zayne, where the hell are you? Your wife is in critical condition and about to undergo surgery. Get back here immediately."