After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 102

Elijah recalled how, when Gloria still had feelings for him, she would daydream about their future kids.

She'd said if they had a daughter, she'd spoil her rotten-make her the happiest little girl on the planet.

If they had a son, she'd raise him to be just as driven and successful as Elijah.

Her eyes would sparkle talking about these what-ifs. She'd even sketched dozens of imagined portraits of these hypothetical children.

The moment she'd handed him those drawings, he'd torn them up and tossed the pieces into the fireplace without a second thought.

He'd told her, with ice in his voice, that he might have children someday, but certainly not with her.

He'd told her to quit wasting time on childish fantasies.

Now, the irony hit him like a physical pain. Back then, she'd been the one clinging

to his arm, sharing her dreams. Now he was the one haunted by visions of a life

with her that could never happen.

A knock interrupted his brooding.

"Sir, your driver's waiting."

gift from his desk

the airport, he leaned back against the leather seat with his eyes closed, mentally scripting what he'd say when he finally

impact. The collision threw

rained everywhere, slicing

BOOM!

a commercial truck, went airborne before crashing back

strangely, Elijah

Wouldn't meet the little girl who supposedly had her

sirens-began to fade

the hospital, the Phillips family huddled outside the OR,

morning light filtered through

exhausted surgeon, desperate

everything

were just

pathways, but operating carried extreme risks. Their only option

Elijah would

Phillips staggered backward as if

cracked with

of security replied carefully: "The truck driver died on impact,

Spit it

fury made the seasoned security

its source. It was the Wright