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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.

read it in his

not pregnant. I’ll show you the test results tomorrow. But I have to get to the hospital right now. My friend’s

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

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never seen before. Now, she finally understood how

he had a heart, he wouldn’t have married me, slipped into my bed, then gone straight to someone else without blinking,‘ She

Jack slammed on the brakes.

a thud. Her ankle screamed in pain, and she knew it was going to swell

called, but Yolanda didn’t look back. She just limped

his mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. Cold fury radiated

picking his words carefully. “Mr. Sinclair, maybe

shut, his face

went silent. He shifted the car into drive

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headlights suddenly cut through the dark, and an oncoming car swerved, barely missing her. She

window rolled down, and a guy yelled, “What’s wrong with you? Wanna die? Fine, but don’t take me with you!” The window snapped shut, and the car peeled off, tires

her cheek

shed another tear

her leg. When she finally

and hat pulled low, blending into the night. But even so, people passing by couldn’t

spotted her, and hurried

paused, realizing lan had never called her by name earlier. “Just use my name,” she said

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eyes dropped to her stiff leg. “You