When the massive chandelier fell, my husband ignored our daughter’s screams to protect his ex’s child. I shielded her with my own back. After the dust cleared, my daughter wiped my tears and whispered, “Mommy, let’s leave daddy behind.” When my husband finally turned to look at us…

my pocket. I awkwardly fished it out with my left hand. A text from Dylan.

Elena, the doctors want to observe Ryan overnight just to be safe. I’ve sent the company driver to the ER entrance. Take Haley home and put her to bed. Don’t throw one of your tantrums about this. I’ll have finance transfer the money for your medical bills tomorrow morning.

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