Chapter 4: The Man Who Drove Away
The words landed like a slap.
“You want me to take our newborn home in a taxi because you’re worried about the car?”
Logan’s face tightened with irritation.
“My seats cost more than your entire wardrobe,” he said. “I’m not ruining them on day one.”
I looked at him, waiting for common sense to return.
It did not.
“Logan,” I whispered.
He opened the driver’s door.
Then he got inside.
I stood frozen.
Surely he was not actually leaving.
Surely nobody could be this selfish.
The engine started.
And then he drove away.
I watched his taillights disappear while I stood outside the hospital, weak, humiliated, and holding our daughter in my arms.
A nurse walked outside moments later.
She took one look at my face and immediately knew something was wrong.
“Honey,” she asked gently, “where’s your ride?”
That was all it took.
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