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Olivia knew the reminder of her miscarriage would hurt Julian. That’s why she brought it up.
It had been just a few months after Amber’s death, and Julian had been distant despite all of Olivia’s attempts. When she’d phoned the office to see if Julian would be over for dinner, he’d told her that he’d be working late. Again.
She decided that, if Julian wasn’t going to play the game the way she wanted, she would change the rules. She put together a lavish basket with steak and potatoes, prepared by her private chef, of course. Then, she got in the car and headed to the office.
Olivia told her driver she felt like driving herself that night.
“But, Miss Olivia,” the driver had protested, “it’s pouring outside. Don’t you think it would be safer if I drove you tonight?”
Olivia had peered out the window at the steady rain and smiled. “No. I like to drive in the rain.”
In truth, she wanted Julian to see the effort she was personally putting into their relationship. She didn’t want him to think that she delegated all of her care to the hired staff that surrounded her.
The road from Olivia’s new house to company headquarters was dark with minimal streetlights, as part of it was a private road. Olivia doubted she’d come across anyone else in the rain, and she was eager to surprise Julian with his meal, but she maintained the speed limit.
When Olivia came to the first public intersection on the road, the traffic light turned from green to yellow and she’d tried to slow the car. However, the car had hydroplaned, skidding across the slick, rain-coated road instead of stopping. She’d spun into the middle of the intersection just as another car came through on the crossing road and rammed into the passenger side of the car.
The force propelled her car to the edge of the road, all of the airbags expanded inside. Metal and glass from the collision had cut Olivia’s skin in places, but thankfully her face was unharmed. The airbags were tight against her protruding stomach, and she immediately knew that something was wrong with the baby.
Then came the unbearable pain.
Olivia located her cell phone, calling Julian first out of instinct.
“Please, Julian,” she cried. “I was on my way to bring you dinner and I got into a wreck. I think the baby – I think the baby’s gone.”
Julian had practically rushed out of the office before he had time to respond to her call, wracked with guilt.
Later, when they were at Thorn Pack Hospital and the baby had been passed and confirmed as a miscarriage, Olivia turned to
Julian.
For the first time of many, she told him, “If you’d been at my side tonight, I wouldn’t have gotten into the accident. I wouldn’t have lost my child.”
She could see the heavy guilt sinking into Julian’s face. After the death of his child with Amber, he had lost another.
Julian’s face bore the familiar expression now as he replied, “I’ll come see you after I finish work.”
Olivia threw herself into Julian’s arms and cried. She felt Julian’s muscles tense under her touch, but he didn’t push her away.
Amber’s POV
My heart leapt at Julian’s words. A devoted wife. It was exactly what I had been, five years ago, in a different life.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady all the feelings that had risen up inside me. I still had a whole day’s work to get through at this new hospital.
A rapid knock on the door ripped me away from her calming exercises. The knocker came in before I had a chance to reply. He was a young, spry man, full of excitement.
“It’s such an honor to work with you,” he said. “I’ve always admired you. I’m Noah-your assistant here at the hospital.”
It appeared that Noah was already hard at work managing my appointments. He enthusiastically thrust a long list of bookings into my hands.
“You’re insanely popular,” he said with a smile. He continued, a bit of timidity in his voice. “Would it be alright if I watched one of your surgeries?”
I saw his enthusiasm and remembered my first days of medical school, when I’d had the same idealistic excitement for the craft.
“Of course,” I replied. I skimmed through the list of names and ailments. Some of the nobles only had minor issues, but others were in critical condition and truly needed my help. I used my red pen to mark those cases first.
Still, my mind was elsewhere. Julian’s words from earlier kept replaying in my head. A devoted wife. Was he satisfied with everything I’ve done?
What if… what if he had been telling the truth?
I smiled apologetically at Noah, telling him there was business I needed to attend to, and headed out into the hospital to find
Julian.
I ran through the lobby, pretended to be calm, but my eyes anxiously searching around, my heart soaring when I noticed Julian’s car still parked outside the entrance.
All my hopes crashed back down as I realized that, in the back of the car, Julian and Olivia were holding each other in a tight embrace.
I scoffed, kicking myself. I should have never trusted that damned man, especially after everything he’d put me through five years ago.
I hurried back to my office.
“Everything alright?” Noah asked, popping his head back into my office.
“Oh, yeah,” I replied, hoping to come off nonchalant.
“You know, next time you need something done, you can just ask me,” Noah said. “It’s my job, and I’m honored to be the assistant to the best Healer currently living.”
I thanked him, then set to creating my schedule. I packed myself to the brim, hoping to stay busy in order to shove the thoughts of
Julian out of my mind.
When I arrived home after work, Alice flew into my arms. I smiled, savoring the moment. Alice was getting older, and I was thankful for every moment we were able to share together, especially when so much of my life was focused on working.
Of course,
Alice was the reason for it all. She was my everything, the purpose behind my life, my work, and my strength.
Alice tugged at my hand, eager to show me the Lego she’d just finished building. She held up the figure, a blonde woman in a doctor’s uniform. She’d built a model of me.
Of course, LEGO hadn’t made a model specifically of me. Alice had pieced it together herself from different colored bricks. My heart swelled at her thoughtfulness, and I scooped her into my arms, kissing her temple.
Alice flailed playfully in my arms, and I noticed a small cut on her foot.
“Is this from stepping on the Lego?” I asked.