Warren, cradling Gladys in his arms, rushing through the emergency room doors like the world was ending.
I hung back. Listened.
The doctor's voice carried through the thin curtain. "Ruptured corpus luteum."
Then, a weary sigh. "You two need to be more careful. I understand you're newlyweds, but this kind of... enthusiasm can be dangerous."
Warren rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish as a schoolboy caught behind the bleachers.
"Sorry, Doc. We'll be more careful next time."
Warren cradled Gladys in his arms, his gaze dripping with affection. They looked every bit the lovestruck couple.
"Warren, when are you going to divorce that old hag at home?"
"You've said yourself your marriage is loveless. You've wanted out for ages, and I'm the one you really love. I just want us to be together—officially."
Something flickered behind Warren's eyes. Evasion.
"Just... give it a little more time. That woman refuses to agree—"
"Who says I don't agree?"
I stepped forward, a flawless smile fixed on my face.
"I've always been willing, Warren."
Both of them went rigid, their expressions curdling as they looked up at me.
Warren's jaw clenched. "Jade! Who told you to come here? What the hell do you want?"