After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 15

Yolanda took a deep breath, her expression hardening. “I’m not pregnant. No need to go to the hospital.”

Charles’s stare cut through the air, icy enough to make the temperature drop.

Yolanda suddenly realized–she’d never really known him at all.

“Whether you go to the hospital isn’t your call,” Charles said, getting in the car first.

Yolanda stood there silently. For a moment, she felt like the ache was not in her stomach but buried deep in her chest. Years of love didn’t simply disappear, not even after seeing the painful truth.

She slid into the car, her face ashen, and leaned back with her shut.

eyes

Jack kept driving. Without Charles saying a word, he steered toward the hospital.

Yolanda had figured the checkup would be fine, nothing special–then her phone buzzed. Ian’s name flashed across the screen.

He said, “Megan was in a car crash. She’s at the hospital, and her husband, Henry, is flipping out, yelling about needing to see you.”

‘Megan? In an accident? She was fine that morning.‘ Yolanda’s heart raced as she blurted out, “Is she okay? Are you hurt?”

“I wasn’t there. She called me, and now she’s unconscious in surgery,” Ian said. He hesitated, then added, “And Henry’s a gambler.”

“The same hospital as this morning? I’m on my way.” Yolanda hung up and turned to Charles. “I need to go to Beloris Hospital. My friend was in an accident.”

The hospital Charles was taking her to was funded by the Sinclair family–miles from Beloris Hospital.


Charles stared down at the papers, slowly turning the pages. A sardonic gleam flickered in his

eyes.

paler. She could read it in his eyes–he

I have to get to the

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her off, voice icy. “What’s that got to do

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deeper tonight, revealing a side of him she’d never

then gone

Jack slammed on the brakes. “Mrs.


a thud. Her ankle screamed in pain, and she

Sinclair!” Jack called, but Yolanda didn’t

and his mouth pressed into a thin, hard line.

his words carefully. “Mr. Sinclair, maybe we

slammed the door shut, his face dark.

the

*****

cut through the

you? Wanna die? Fine, but don’t take me with you!” The window snapped shut, and the car peeled

through Yolanda. She touched her cheek and found tears on her

hardening in her eyes. She wouldn’t shed another tear over Charles–not worth it. She’d only end

walked for half an hour, ignoring the burn in her leg. When she finally reached the hospital

into the night. But even so, people passing by couldn’t


her, and hurried over. “M–Ms.

never called her by name earlier. “Just

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to her stiff

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