Chapter 4

It was also the final straw.

That day, I lay on a freezing hospital bed in a blood-soaked dress.

Dylan was standing right in the hallway, comforting his precious Eliza.

I heard him tell the doctor, "My wife took a bad fall and is emotionally unstable. Give her a sedative."

He didn't even ask if the baby survived.

From that exact moment, I knew Dylan and I were done.

This three-year trial period was finally over.

I hung up the phone. I didn't want to listen to Trevor's begging anymore.

A new message popped up on my screen.

It was…