"I'll perform the procedure myself. Keep pushing me, and you won't like what happens next."
My nails dug deep into my palms.
I clutched my cramping belly and crumpled to the floor outside his door.
So that was it. All those years of agony. All eight babies I'd lost.
It had been Darrell. Every single time.
If that's how it is, then you can follow them into the grave.
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Shaking from head to toe, I dragged myself back to my hospital room and found a number I hadn't dialed in eight years. An overseas line.
Before I married Darrell Farley, I was more than the woman everyone knew as the wealthiest woman in the capital.
I was also The Crimson Rose, a name that made the entire criminal underworld tremble.
The call connected quickly. The man on the other end spoke in a voice as steady and cold as steel.
"I'll mobilize a team immediately. Eight hours."
Hearing that voice from a world I'd left behind, I finally felt a sliver of calm settle over me.
The moment I hung up, Darrell pushed through the door.
His eyes flicked to the phone screen, still glowing in my hand. He walked over, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his chest. His gaze never left the phone.