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The impact slammed my pregnant belly straight into the steering wheel.
A searing pain ripped through my abdomen as I forced myself to look down. My white dress was already soaking through with red.
Just as my vision started to blur, I spotted my husband, Thomas Davenport.
With what little strength I had left, I pounded on the window, desperately trying to get his
attention.
But he rushed right past my car as if I didn’t even exist.
A petite figure came bouncing into view, throwing herself straight into his arms.
“Tommy, I got distracted and rear–ended the car in front… What should I do?” Thomas‘
assistant, Tracy Hayes, whimpered.
I managed to crane my neck around, catching their reflection in my rearview mirror. There he was, holding her close, his voice going all soft and gentle. “Don’t worry, I’m here. Are you hurt?”
Tracy shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, playing the whole damsel in distress
card.
Thomas barely glanced at my car before saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the owner gets compensated generously. Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you.”
His eyes lingered for a second, and I thought maybe, just maybe, he’d recognized my car.
But Thomas just frowned and turned to his other assistant, Ryan Woods. “Make sure the owner doesn’t call the cops. Whatever it costs, we handle this privately.”
Not once did Thomas even look my way.
His whole world was wrapped up in that new assistant of his.
Well, this should be interesting. I would like to see how he planned to settle this with me.
Hearing Thomas‘ instructions, Ryan shot an uneasy look at my car. “Sir, the airbags deployed in their car. It could be serious injuries. If we don’t involve the police and try to handle it privately, the owner might not be so…”
Before Ryan could finish, Thomas‘ face darkened. “I don’t care how difficult it is. Handle it privately. Tracy isn’t getting hurt over this, got it? Go deal with it. Whatever they want, they can
have it.
You’re my assistant. If you can’t handle something this simple, what good are you to me?” Ryan could only nod in compliance as he approached my car with a grave expression. Just as he was getting closer, Tracy let out a dramatic cry. “Tommy, I’m so dizzy… What if I
have a concussion?”
Thomas scooped her up in his arms, his face twisted with concern. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me earlier? What am I supposed to do if you’re hurt?”
Tracy snuggled into his embrace like a spoiled kitten, then turned to shoot me a smug look
over her shoulder.
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The doctor told me there was a risk of miscarriage, but they could try to save the baby. There
were no guarantees, but there was a chance.
“No need,” I cut in flatly. “Just terminate the pregnancy.”
The doctor’s eyes filled with sympathy, but he respected my choice. “We’ll need a family member’s signature on the paperwork. Is your husband here?”
I laughed bitterly inside. My husband? Oh, he was busy comforting the woman who crashed
into me.
“I’ll sign it myself,” I managed to say.
