“That doesn’t sound like good news,” I whispered. “So what aren’t you saying?”
He swallowed hard.
“There was… a complication.”
My hand flew to my stomach.
“No,” I breathed. “Please—no—”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “When the extraction increased… the pregnancy could not be sustained.”
The scream tore out of me.
I thrashed violently, knocking equipment aside, sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I forced myself upright, dizziness crashing over me as I staggered toward the door.
“ZACHARY!” I screamed. “YOU KILLED MY BABY!”
He wasn’t there.
Of course he wasn’t.
I collapsed to the floor, grief hollowing me out—until something colder took its place.
Focused.
Sharp.
No more pleading.
No more hope.
I looked up at the doctor.
“Prepare my discharge,” I said hoarsely. “And copy every medical record. Every detail.”
Because I was done surviving.
Now, I was planning my revenge.
Avery’s POV