"Why was a pregnant woman driving alone? What was her family thinking?"
"Is she okay? I called an ambulance, but the line was busy for so long. When I finally got through and told them the location, they accused me of lying before I could even explain it was a car crash. What kind of hospital hires people like that?"
"Lady, you're pregnant. You shouldn't be out on your own. That belly looks like you're about to pop. What's your husband's number? I'll call him for you."
Their concern, after initially staying back in fear of the explosion, made my eyes sting with unshed tears.
I endured the pain and weakly shook my head.
Strangers on the street showed me more compassion than my husband.
Zayne had been willing to kill me and our baby for the sake of a woman who had already left him once.
The seven-year itch was true.
Everything that had happened since I was reborn seemed like a cruel reminder of how blind and foolish I had been.
No one seemed to notice Robert's expression growing darker with every word the crowd said.
Once he finished checking me over, he immediately pulled out his phone and called the ER.
The line went through.