Chapter 7
Every word in the note told I loved him.
All because of him. His fake death charade had pushed me to kill myself.
He crashed to his knees, fighting for air.
Something clicked him. All those little signs I’d been giving off lately.
Six years with someone and you learn their tells. Yeah, I’d been wrecked by his “death,” but I have haby. Going through the motions and surviving
What the hell happened to make me go from surviving to suicidal?
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“Find out,” he barked at his assistant. “I want to know everything she did this week Everything. Now,”
His assistant had barely left when Carmilla slipped in, her face arranged in a sympathetic pout.
“Baby, stop doing this to yourself. You’ve still got me-
He moved before he even realized it, fingers digging into her jaw, silencing her mid sentence.
“This is your fucking fault,” he snarled. “Without you, I wouldn’t have pulled this bullshit disappearing act. Briar would be here. Our baby would be here.”
“Six months,” he choked out. “It was only supposed to be six goddamn months and then everything would go back to normal. Jesus, Briar, why couldn’t you just wait for me?”
His vision tunneled, and the room went black.
When he came to, darkness had fallen. Carmilla hovered nearby, face streaked with tears.
“You passed out. God, Elliot, you scared me!”
The door banged open. His assistant rushed in, clutching paperwork.
“Found something.”
Elliot grabbed the pages, his eyes fixing on three words:
TERMINATION OF PREGNANCY
“She went to a different hospital that day.” his assistant explained. “Terminated Of Pregnancy that same day. Security footage shows she got a video right before going in. Sent from Carmilla’s phone.”
“You should learn about this, sir.”
The grainy footage showed a hospital waiting room. There I was, alone on a plastic chair, staring at my phone. As the video played, I started crying harder and harder, my shoulders shaking violently.
A nurse approached, said something. My face was paper–white, devastated. I made a call, and after hanging up, followed the nurse with the defeated look of someone walking to an execution.
Watching this, Elliot suddenly remembered.That was the call I’d made to him.
My voice had been shaking, but he’d brushed me off. Too busy with Carmilla’s legs wrapped around him.
He lunged at her, his foot connecting with her ribs.
“You fucking LIED to me!”
His assistant stepped forward, handing over another document.
“We also pulled her medical reports.”
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Chapter 7
“There’s no cancer Perfect hill of health. Not a goddamn thing wrong with her…
