Her blood pressure was dangerously high.
Her iron levels had dropped significantly.
The baby remained stable, but doctors ordered immediate monitoring, IV fluids, and complete bed rest.
Ethan never left her side.
All night, he sat beside her hospital bed holding her hand while machines beeped softly around them.
For the first time in years, he cried openly.
Not quiet tears hidden behind stress and exhaustion.
Real grief.
The kind that comes when a man realizes the woman he loves has been suffering silently beside him for months.
“I promised to protect you,” he whispered while Olivia slept. “Instead I let them treat you like a servant.”
His voice broke.
“I’m sorry.”
The next morning, his phone exploded with calls and messages.
Vanessa crying.
Courtney apologizing.
Madison begging him to answer.
Diane left a long voicemail filled with guilt and tears.
Ethan deleted every message.
Then he transferred enough money to cover one final month of rent and groceries for his mother.
