“Next time, you should be careful and just mind your business too. If you had just stayed out of my business, then at least you wouldn't have had that accident,” he bluntly said, giving me an awful look.
“Is that really what you're going to say?" I demanded, my voice strained.
“What else do you want me to say?" He shrugged.
“Keaton, you crashed my car and abandoned me to go after Lacey and then you blame me…?”
"Yes. Lacey's life was in danger.”
"And what about mine? I almost lost my life and I also lost our…” I stopped myself, my tears rolling out in beads.
He scoffed. "Stop acting like you want the world to revolve around you because you're Keaton Gebbert's woman. It's pathetic.”
He walked past me, almost shoving me aside. “You didn't die. You're still alive so don't cry me a river like you lost another life," he added grumpily.
That afternoon, I had eight stitches in my abdomen from the accident. Worse, I'd found out I was four weeks pregnant... and already showing signs of miscarriage. The doctor had apologized, saying that if I'd been brought to the hospital sooner, the baby might have been saved.