After She She Stopped Loving Him

Yolanda was unfazed. She pulled out her phone and acted like she was dialing the police.

Henry’s eyes went wide with panic. “You bitch! What the hell are you doing?” he shouted.

Gamblers like him were terrified of cops. He’d only come after Megan because he owed a mountain of debt.

He shoved past the guards and locked eyes with Yolanda, his gaze wild and menacing. “Just you wait,” he snarled. “You’ll regret this.” Then he spun and stormed off.

Yolanda pressed her lips together and tucked her phone away. She hadn’t called the police. When it came to studio, she preferred to handle things quietly.

She took a deep breath and turned to the doctor. “How is Megan?”

“Out of the woods. She just needs rest–lots of it,” the doctor replied.

Yolanda nodded. Just then, the ER doors slid open, and Megan was wheeled out toward a room downstairs.

Yolanda followed, sitting by the bed.

Ten long minutes later, Ian stepped in and held out a can of bruise spray.

Yolanda paused for a moment and then took it. “Thanks. Listen, with Megan out, I’ll go with you to sign the contract tomorrow morning. After that, you’ll head to set. You’re a great actor -I’ll find more roles for you.”

“Got it,” Ian whispered, his gaze sticking to her. She looked fragile, like she might break, but her eyes were bright, sharp with resolve.

Since the doctor said Megan wouldn’t rouse until morning, Yolanda stood up and said to Ian, “Let’s head back. Work comes first.”

Just as they stepped outside the hospital, Yolanda clutched her stomach and doubled over, fighting the urge to puke.

Ian hesitated for a moment. “I’ll drive you home.”

Sweat beaded on Yolanda’s forehead. She managed a weak smile. “No, it’s fine. Go rest when you get back. Wait-”

Before she could finish, a gust of wind whipped by.

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“Bitch, you

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you can call the cops on me?” Henry

block, but

stick mid–swing and kicked Henry hard, sending him

stomach and spit up blood, his face pale. “You two will regret

darted over, grabbing Ian’s hand. “You okay? Did he hurt

and let out a relieved sigh. “Don’t step in front of me like

twitched.

a hint of the strength under his good looks. She pulled her hand back. “Studio at nine

door shut. Her face was pale, nausea coiling in her stomach, and her ankle throbbed

a sick feeling settled over her.

on the couch, the air so

knifed through her stomach. She bolted

she walked back to the living room, Charles was

he got. She stayed where she was, waiting

his papers down. “Tough week?” he asked. “Is

froze, her

hanging on his every word, he never gave me a second thought. Now that I’ve let go and pulled back, suddenly he cares. Guess guys only want women who beg

grabbed the banister and started up the

back and finally

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voice stayed calm. “I already told you–I’m not

before, you wanted

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the cold metal seeping into her skin

for,” she smiled icily. “I was stupid to think that

“How many times have you said

an arm around her waist. Only then did he notice that her face glistened with sweat–she was clearly

the tip of her nose with his fingertips and spoke softly, “The baby can’t stay. I’ll take you to the clinic tomorrow. I’ll make it

fluttered wildly. She blamed herself for loving Charles too much–too openly –so no one believed she’d ever walk

she said would ever

a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The touch was

that emerald bracelet tomorrow and apologize,” he said