Fortunately, someone pulled the man away, and Emily's injuries were minor. Yet, Alex continued to care for her, explaining they'd known each other since childhood, and since her husband had passed away, he felt responsible.
Before our baby, Alex promised to always be there for me, never letting me suffer. Now? I could barely catch a glimpse of him.
As I left the hospital, Alex called, but I hesitated before rejecting it.
He called again and again. Finally, when I didn't answer, he sent a text: "I've called a cab for you. Be careful on your way home."
The wind brushed past my face as a taxi pulled up, but I waved it away and continued down the dark street.
Not long after, a black Maybach screeched to a halt beside me. Alex slammed the door in frustration and grabbed my arm. "Get in. I'll take you home."
Pulling away, I stubbornly said, "I don't need you."
Seeing my resolute stance, Alex chuckled and scooped me up, ignoring my kicks. He placed me in the passenger seat and buckled me in.
As tears streamed down my face, he gently wiped them away, kissing the tears as they fell. I bit his lip, venting my frustration, and he didn't push me away. Instead, he let me unleash my emotions.