He froze, then turned away and carried her out without looking back.
I lay there, the blood in my eyes turning the world red and blurry.
Around me, people stared. Some looked amused. No one moved.
Grinding my teeth, I pushed myself up from the cold floor. It was only then that I noticed—my wedding ring was gone.
It must have slipped off during the fall. It had always been loose. I just hadn’t realized how loose.
Ignoring the gawking crowd, I limped out of the venue and flagged down a cab.
“To the hospital,” I said.
The driver looked alarmed. “Miss, your head’s bleeding!”
I wiped my cheek. My hand came away red. I gave a faint smile.
“It’s fine. I won’t die.”
At the hospital, the doctor frowned while dressing my wound. “Mrs. Turner, you’re still pregnant. Why are you doing this to yourself?”
Before I could answer, the television overhead blared a breaking news bulletin.
“Shocking report! President Turner’s wife faked her kidnapping and cheated on her husband! Suspected of carrying another man’s child and secretly seeking an abortion!”
My vision went black for a moment.
Before I could react, the door burst open.