Chaper 2
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len met patur for the Tuta on my own–buying everything I’d need for the service.
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Tested crysense now itard it was raising a baby alone.
essed, the the sanged at ass, sinking as sooth into my hand
vely, 11dad way to ready to kick the dog away, be Ronan appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my arm.
While the ket is wrong with you? Haven’t you caused enough of a scene?”
my with interion and pain.
12.19
Butchered by Love
“And wit did the dog do to deserve this?” he shot back, his tome sharp and accusing
“Besides, I already knew about this. Sienna’s baby is allergic to the fabric, so they couldn’t use it. What’s wrong with letting the dog wear it instead?”
What’s wrong?
Everything
My baby never even got the chance to wear the dothes I bought.
He never felt the love of his parents–not for a single moment.
Box a dog?
gets to have it all
“Ronan,” I said, my voice breaking, “are you seriously fighting with me over her?”
“I’m not fighting,” he mapped. Tm trying to be reasonable. But pregnancy’s made you so emotional–it’s like I can’t say anything without you blowing up.”
By now, more people had gathered, whispering and pointing at us.
Ronan’s face darkened with embarrassment.
But Ronan, you’re the one who’s changed.
I wiped at the tears on my cheek, accidentally brushing against my bleeding hand.
That’s when Ronan noticed the blood dripping down my fingers.
He rushed over, his concern palpable.
“Why didn’t you say you were hurt? Let’s go to the hospital-”
Before he could finish, Arden let out a soft gasp and collapsed onto the floor, clutching her chest.
“Rorn. I. I think it’s my heart…” she whimpered, looking up at him with wide, helpless eyes.
Without hesitation, he dropped my arm and scooped her up.
“Eve,” he called over his shoulder, not even glancing back at me.
“Go grab some bandages from the pharmacy and take care of that. Arden has a heart condition–I can’t waste any time.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Not once did he ask if I was okay.
Not once did he think to check on our baby.
I stood there in front of the baby store, tears streaming silently down my face.
The Ronan who used to hate seeing me cry, who’d protect me from the slightest harm, was now the same man hurting me–over and over again.
I was never the only one he cared about.
I see that now.
Fifteen days.
That’s all that’s left until Aurora’s funeral.
And after that, Ronan, we’re done.
For good
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