The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 315
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The tears finally came, hot and fast, spilling down her cheeks before she even realized she was crying. She reached across the hospital bed and clamped her trembling hands around Dr. Reid’s.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, you have to help me. I–I can’t go to Manhattan. I don’t have the money–I don’t have anyone–1 just… f
can’t lose my baby.”
Her voice cracked, and when she finally stopped, she was shaking so hard she could barely breathe.
“Andrea,” he said softly, his face tight with worry. “You need to calm down. Stress will only make this worse.”
But how could she? How could anyone stay calm when their entire world was falling apart?
Two days later, when they finally released her, she went home feeling like a shell of herself. Her pockets were far lighter than when she’d left–and not just because of the hospital bill. She’d called the Feed & Supply store from her hospital bed, and the answer had been exactly what she’d feared.
“We had to let you go, Andrea. You understand–it’s the busy season coming up, and we need someone reliable.”
Reliable.
As if she hadn’t dragged her aching, pregnant body through those aisles day after day, cleaning spills and restocking shelves and standing at the register until her feet felt like they were splitting open. As if she hadn’t needed that job more than anyone else they could ever
hire.
Now she had nothing.
When she stepped inside her tiny apartment, it felt colder, emptier than it ever had before. She closed the door behind her, luxked it, and then stumbled to the couch by the window. She didn’t even bother taking off her coat. She just collapsed there, her arms wrapped around her belly, as if somehow she could shield the life inside her from everything threatening to take it away.
Bed rest.
That’s what the doctor had said. No more movement than what was absolutely necessary–bathroom trips, and nothing more.
But who would cook? Who would clean? Who would wash the clothes and go to the store and keep her alive while she tried to keep this baby safe?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
