A few days later, I went to the hospital for a follow-up checkup.
I was on my way to pick up my medication when I ran into Jessica.
"Elaine? You here alone? Didn't call Milo?" she gloated, stopping me.
I shot her a cold look, ignoring her, but she grabbed my arm, batting her eyes innocently. "My bad. Milo is grabbing my medication. My cramps were killing me, and he insisted on taking me to the hospital. You're not mad, right?"
The emerald bracelet shimmered on her wrist, stinging my eyes.
I tried to pull away, but she screamed and fell back.
As if on cue, Milo rushed over and caught her in time.
Jessica put her hand on her chest, whining, "I don't know how I offended Elaine."
He patted her back and comforted her. When he turned to me, his face hardened. "It's fine you play runaway, but why stalk and push Jessica? When did you get so vicious? What kind of mom would you be?"
The mention of our lost child reignited my pain. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
It was laughable that he had the nerve to question me when he was all over Jessica.
He thought I was jealous and throwing a tantrum, but all I wanted was to steer away from them.
"You're way off. I don't stalk people," I snorted, turning to leave.
Seeing their faces made me sick.
Milo grabbed my wrist and barked, "Apologize to Jessica!"
Jessica had fallen on purpose, a cheap trick, but he didn't see it.
I yanked free and slapped her smirking face, giving her the play she wanted.
She froze, unprepared for me to hit her in front of Milo.
He shoved me away and shielded her.
Still weak from the miscarriage, I collapsed and hit the ground. Pain shot through my belly, and blood seeped out.
He panicked, scooping me up and running to the ER. "Doctor! She's pregnant and fell. Save her and the baby!"
The doctor, the same one handling my miscarriage, glared at him. "What kind of husband are you? She miscarried days ago. She shouldn't be bleeding again."
Milo froze, staring at me and then back at the doctor. His voice shook. "What? She miscarried?"
