Six months ago, she'd been diagnosed with liver cancer. Not a single suitable donor could be found in all of Crestfield.
So I gave her part of mine. That transplant was the only reason she was still breathing.
But it nearly killed me. Massive hemorrhaging on the operating table. I'd flatlined before they pulled me back.
When I woke up, she held my hand, called me "sweetheart" over and over, and swore that even after they found Nora, she'd love us both equally.
That hadn't lasted long.
Now all she had left for me was revulsion.
"I've already had your name removed from the Henson family registry. From this moment on, you have nothing to do with us!"
"I will never give you the chance to hurt my daughter or my grandchild!"
Watching me stand there, stunned, Nora cradled her stomach with a slow, deliberate hand. "Don't tell me you didn't know, sis? I'm pregnant. Three months along."
Carter stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
So that was why he was marrying her.
"Congratulations, Mr. Gilbert."
Before the words had fully left my mouth, Leila's hand swung at me again.
"Flirting with Carter right in front of us? Do you think we're dead?!"
But this time, I didn't let her land it.