Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Last Shred of Dignity

Why had he been pretending to care about me? He was the one who'd made me stand in the rain yesterday!

Now, his concern just felt even more fake, even more disgusting.

Christina shifted beside me, her perfume making my stomach roll.

I couldn't go to the hospital.

If I had, my pregnancy would've been exposed.

It sounded silly, but I didn't want anyone to know about the baby-I needed to hold on to whatever little self-respect I had left.

Especially in front of Christina.

"That's not your business." I siad coldly and pressed my forehead against the cool window.

"Sean," Christina's voice was honey-sweet with concern, "maybe it's because of my presence? I could get out here, and you can take Angela to the hospital? Her condition seems serious, we shouldn't delay."

"Don't be ridiculous," Sean snapped, though his tone softened as he continued. "This isn't about you."

I caught Christina's perfectly practiced look of contrition in the window's reflection.

"Angela, I apologize if I've misunderstood. I thought you might be uncomfortable because of my relationship with Sean."Christina played the victim, acting hurt.

I

toward my forehead, but I flinched away before he

his face was gone so

clinic," Christina offered after a moment of

Thomas Carter - he's absolutely brilliant, very

drew together. "Carter? What

handles most of the Upper East Side's more... delicate situations. Elizabeth's heart specialist

guilt through me. Here I

focused on not throwing up in

a long moment

Peter, change of plans. Dr. Carter's clinic on

first two floors of a pristine townhouse, its discrete brass plaque the only indication that it wasn't just another

on my elbow as we entered felt like a brand,

the doctor raised the thermometer, but my body betrayed me with

me. The gesture felt achingly familiar - a echo

dangerous yet, but heading that way. I'd like to

word came out sharp, panicked. An IV meant

a warning. "Don't

I sounded. "Just... whatever you can prescribe

we can try, though

arm as she passed – a casual gesture that spoke volumes about their comfort level with

Sean's response. The room felt like it

Carter's voice was carefully neutral, "would you prefer to discuss your treatment

managed. "Whatever you think is best, as long

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