She Died With My Name on Her Lips novel Chapter 6

Louisa’s voice was barely more than a whisper—so quiet Stephen couldn’t make out the words.

He frowned, leaning closer. “What did you say?”

She parted her lips, ready to repeat herself, but the hospital room door flew open.

A nurse rushed in. “Mr. Barker, Ms. Sharp needs to go for her tests. She won’t cooperate—she says she can’t find you…”

Stephen’s expression darkened. He turned on his heel and left without giving Louisa a second look.

…

As soon as the door clicked shut, Louisa ripped out her IV.

She gritted her teeth against the pain and ignored the doctor’s protests, signing her discharge papers without hesitation.

She didn’t have much time left.

She’d made her decision. If she was going to die, there were things she had to take care of first.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Stephen—he wasn’t the type to see her off, anyway.

She went to a photo studio and had her memorial picture taken.

Then she picked out a burial plot and a tiny urn for her ashes.

Back at the villa, the sound of paws echoed through the hallway—tap, tap, tap.

A golden retriever bounded over, tail wagging like crazy, wet nose nudging her leg.

Louisa’s eyes burned. She knelt and hugged him tight. “Guy…”

She and Stephen had adopted Guy when they were eighteen.

They’d just moved in together—Stephen had cradled the puppy and grinned, “Lou, we’re a family now. The three of us, forever.”

That dream had disappeared. No family, no love, and forever was just a joke now.

“Woof!” Guy dropped a toy ball by her feet, looking up at her with hopeful eyes.

Louisa stroked his head. “Good boy. Let me make you something special, okay?”

She forced herself to cook him a pot of meat porridge, watching him scarf it down with tears pricking at her eyes.

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