Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 129

She Woke Up Caught off guard, Nicole stumbled backward when Jarrod shoved her.
Her heel got stuck in the emergency exit door, causing her to fall hard onto the concrete.
The sound of her falling was a muffled thud, making it clear she'd taken a heavy fall.
Just as Nicole was gearing up to unleash a string of curses, a soft feminine voice wafted in from the outside.
"Jarrod, what brings you here?” It was unmistakably Jamie's voice.
Switching his attention from the door to Jamie, Jarrod answered softly, "I’m visiting a friend.
What's got you in the hospital?” Jamie caught a faint whiff of shower gel, and for a fleeting moment, her eyes flashed with barely
noticeable malice.
"I'm a bit lightheaded, so I came to get checked out.” Jamie leaned against Jarrod's chest.
Jarrod gave her a quick look and asked, "Feeling worn out?" Without waiting for her response, he scooped her up into his arms.
"Hey, there are so many people coming and going here..." Jarrod's eyes settled on the now-shut emergency exit door, and a dark
feeling began to stir within him.
"What's there to be scared of? I'm just holding my girl.
Who's going to object?" Blushing, Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You have no shame, do youe" With a grin, Jarrod patted her rear.
"I've seen you unfazed in far more brazen scenarios." Their conversation dwindled as they walked away, leaving Nicole alone,
curled up behind the exit passage.
The back of her head and her elbow bore the brunt of her fall, both now pulsating with pain, making standing up a real struggle.
Only a few days had elapsed in their supposed three- year arrangement, and Nicole had already found it hard to endure.
Though Jarrod had vowed not to marry within their agreement, she still couldn't hold her head high.
She knew that, especially in front of Jamie, she could be cast aside at any moment.

Suddenly, the exit door swung open.
Nicole thought it was Jarrod and blurted out, “Aren't you supposed to be with her?" It fell quiet on the other end.
Lifting her gaze, she found not Jarrod, but a young doctor in a white coat, holding a cigarette and regarding her with a perplexed
look.
Nicole hastily apologized.

"I'm sorry." "It's fine." The doctor glanced at his cigarette and then back at her, putting it out without a word.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Nicole knew she couldn't remain seated.
Leaning on the rail, she mustered the strength to stand and limped toward the door to leave.
Just a few paces away, she tripped.
The young doctor steadied her, releasing her hand once she was balanced.
Noticing her scrapes and cuts, likely from her fall, he offered, "Would you like me to fetch a wheelchair for you?" Nicole waved

after he left. A gentle arm looped through his, as Jamie cooed, "We can leave now, Jarrod." Breaking his stare, Jarrod turned around and exited the scene with Jamie. Raegan found herself trapped in an endless dream. In this dream, a small silhouette stood with its back to her amid a seemingly endless snowfield.

Raegan heard a youthful voice murmur, "Mom... Mom...” Desperate to reply, Raegan found she still couldn't utter a word. Her plea was only a silent scream. "Please... don't go..." She observed the

"No...
Don't take my baby away...” But her voice fell on deaf ears.
She felt the icy grip of forceps removing the child from her womb.
Her heart was as if cleaved open by a dull blade, as she was overcome by frigid tears.
The blanket of snow faded, replaced by a shroud of darkness consuming her awareness.
Raegan had been comatose for four days.
Within her dream, she would sometimes mutter incomprehensibly, at times feverish, and at others, in tears.
As Luis relayed the doctor's diagnosis to Mitchel, the latter's already fragile heart was freshly wounded.
Mitchel looked as though he had been dealt a crushing blow, his face marked by visible exhaustion.
Noticing his state, Luis hesitated briefly before passing Mitchel the paternity test Raegan had entrusted him to monitor the
accessing process before the result came out.

not sure what's gone wrong between you two, but

his own didn't surprise him as much as those plain words on the paper had. What had he been doing all this time! He had questioned her, lost faith in her, confined her, and demeaned her... When she needed him most, he had cast her into a pit of despair. His eyes tinged with a reddish hue, teetering on the edge of tears. What a bastard he was! In the days that Raegan lay unconscious, Mitchel found himself sitting alone on a bench outside the ICU, consumed by

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