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."

grabbed the wrapped gift from his desk

he'd say when he finally saw Gloria

collision threw

glass rained everywhere, slicing into his

BOOM!

truck, went airborne before crashing back to the pavement with

poured from multiple wounds, but strangely, Elijah felt nothing just a

the little girl who supposedly had her

bystanders, approaching sirens-began to fade as darkness closed in. Soon, the world

the hospital, the Phillips family huddled outside the OR, tension written

ticked through the endless night. As morning light

family swarmed the exhausted

them everything before he spoke

just the beginning of

pathways, but operating carried extreme risks. Their only option was to wait

would remain unresponsive-essentially

staggered

her voice again, it cracked with

carefully: "The truck

it out!" she

seasoned security

to its source. It