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What Was Lost
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2026-03-29 16:28:02Elise's POV
The beeping pulled me back first. Steady and annoying, cutting through the thick fog in my head. I opened my eyes to white ceiling tiles and bright fluorescent lights that made everything feel too clean. My body felt heavy and distant, like it belonged to someone else. A young doctor stepped into view, her face careful and serious. "Mrs. Reeds. Good to see you awake." "What happened?" My voice came out rough, like I had swallowed sand. "You were shot at the cemetery. We removed the bullet but there were complications." She paused and clasped her hands together. "During surgery we discovered you were pregnant. The trauma and blood loss... we couldn't save it. I'm so sorry." I stared at the ceiling. Pregnant. One drunk night a month ago when Adrian came home and reached for me in the dark. I had been too lonely to push him away. Now that small secret was gone too. My hand moved on its own and pressed flat against my lower stomach. Nothing there but bandages and emptiness. The doctor kept talking softly about recovery and follow-ups but I barely heard her. When she finally left the room I stayed still, breathing in the sterile air. A knock came later. Adrian walked in looking like he had rehearsed his lines the whole drive over. Jade followed right behind him, her face full of fake concern. "Elise," Adrian started. "I panicked at the cemetery. Jade was right there and I knew you could handle yourself. I didn't think you'd just stand there like that." I said nothing. Just looked at him. He sat in the chair beside the bed. "The doctor told me about the baby. I know we've been trying for a long time. I'm sorry. We'll try again soon." We had not been trying. Not once in two years. I kept my mouth shut. Jade hovered near his shoulder. "Mrs. Reeds, I'm so sorry about everything. The misunderstanding at the office and now this. I hope you're feeling better." I sat up slowly. Pain burned through my side but I ignored it. My fingers found the IV line in my arm and pulled it out in one quick motion. Blood trickled down my wrist onto the white sheets. Adrian jumped up. "Elise, what the hell are you doing?" I swung my legs off the bed and stood. The room tilted for a second but I locked my knees. Jade's eyes went wide. I stepped around Adrian and faced her. "You." My palm cracked across her cheek hard. Then again. She stumbled back against the wall with a loud cry. Adrian grabbed my arm. "Have you lost your mind? She's not the one who shot you!" I shoved him off me. He stumbled backward, shock written all over his face. "Both of you can go to hell. You will regret every single thing you did to me. I promise you that." Jade started sobbing louder, clutching her face. Adrian dropped to his knees beside her like she was the injured one. "Baby, are you okay? Elise, you are bleeding everywhere. Stop this right now." I did not stop. I walked out of the room in my hospital gown, stitches pulling tight with every step. Nurses called after me but I kept moving down the bright hallway, one hand pressed to my side. Warm blood seeped through my fingers. The elevator took forever. When the doors opened to the parking level the fresh air hit me and I leaned against the nearest car for a second, breathing through the pain. Two black SUVs pulled up fast and stopped right in front of me. The passenger door opened. A man in a dark suit stepped out and gave a small respectful nod. "Mistress," he said quietly. "We have been waiting." He held out an envelope. I took it, scanned the divorce papers inside, and nodded. "Make sure he signs them today." "Yes, Mistress." He helped me into the back of the SUV. The door closed and the car moved smooth and fast away from the hospital. My phone started ringing in my hand. Adrian's name flashed on the screen. I answered. "What the fuck is this?" he shouted. "You sent men to my office to force me to sign divorce papers? After everything? You should be apologizing to Jade right now, you crazy bit—" "My name is Elise Vitale," I cut in, voice flat. "It always was. Call this number again and I will make you wish you had not." I hung up and rolled down the window. The phone flew out and landed in a trash bin as we passed. I did not look back. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "We will reach the airstrip in twelve minutes, Mistress." I closed my eyes and let the city blur past outside. No tears came. Just a clean, quiet feeling that seven years of bullshit had finally ended.
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