The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 342

Dahlia couldn't shake Wesley's words from her mind: "I'm out, I'm free."

In a moment of distraction, she accidentally hit the button on her wheelchair. She was already perched at the top of the stairs, and with that single press, the wheelchair surged forward. Before she knew it, it was too late.

With a startled scream, she and the wheelchair went tumbling down the stairs. Dahlia was thrown from her seat, landing awkwardly on the floor as her phone slipped from her grasp.

On the other end of the call, Wesley heard her scream and immediately asked, his voice tight with worry, "Dahlia, what happened?"

"I'm fine..." she managed to say, though the pain left her pale and her voice barely a whisper. Wesley couldn't hear her.

He started to panic, his tone urgent, "Dahlia, why aren't you saying anything? Are you hurt? Hang tight, I'm coming over right now."

The thought of Wesley rushing over sent Dahlia into a fresh wave of panic. If anyone saw them together in broad daylight, especially if word got back to Charles... She couldn't even bear to think of the fallout if Charles discovered her secret with Wesley.

grab her phone. "Don't come!" she barked, forgetting

time she'd spoken to him with such a tone. Sensing something was

to defend herself or try to soothe Wesley. Instead, she turned the tables,

first time to, huh? For whom did I have children? For whom have I stayed

has been for you and

wasn't putting on a show for Charles, do you think Sandy would be

wasn't trying to give Sandy a better life, would I be

think I don't want to just take Sandy and leave Charles? You think I'm not tired of playing this

if I left, with no money, my disability, and you just out of prison,

tough times,

can handle

out

it off right

but her face stayed stony, free of any real