Henry crumpled to his knees, clutching his head as tears streamed down his face. It was hard to tell if they were from regret or pain.
“Why did you come back for me? Why?”
Even now, he could not see that the blame did not lie solely with Sadie.
Sadie’s gaze was cold and detached, her voice icy as she said, “I always knew you couldn’t let go of Renee. If you loved her so much, why didn’t you go after her?”
“Why did you insist on being with me in our past life? You’re the kind of man who can’t commit to one person, always wanting what you don’t have. Losing your hand was divine retribution for the way you are!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, our eyes met.
This time, she did not storm over to confront me. Instead, she turned and went upstairs.
Henry knelt there for a long time before getting up and walking away, his expression empty and numb.
Quinn and I exchanged a look, silently agreeing to act like nothing had happened.
After finishing the prenatal checkup, he wrapped his arm around me as we headed downstairs.
“Honey,” he said softly.
“Hmm?”
“I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
This man! I smiled and squeezed his hand.
“You’re pretty great too, honey.”
I knew he was just as shaken as I was after witnessing that scene.
Two lonely, misunderstood souls had been granted a second chance at life, love, and a family. It felt like a dream.
As if we both wanted to reassure each other, we held hands tightly, the warmth seeping into our hearts and grounding us.
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Chapter 11
Just as we stepped out of the hospital, a loud noise shattered the calm.
“Someone jumped!”
“Hurry, get a doctor! There’s so much blood…”
“Look, he’s missing his left hand. Maybe life got too hard for him… Where’s his family?”
“Who knows?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure dressed in brown. Quinn and I instinctively chose not to look back.
We walked to the parking lot, where he opened the passenger door for me.
He fastened my seatbelt, kissed me lightly, and draped a blanket over my legs.
“Let’s go home, honey,” he said gently.
“Alright.
“Here we go–let’s go home and have dinner, baby!” he cooed at my belly playfully.
Behind us, nurses in white coats rushed out one after another. Whether the jumper survived or not, we would never know.
As we drove away, we passed Sadie, who’s pregnant belly was prominent, running in the opposite direction. The car sped up, and soon, we were far apart.
In the end, we were never meant to walk the same path.
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