Chapter 3
The hospital hallway was packed with Ryan’s teammates, all red eyed and glaring at me with barely contained fury. Some turned away to punch
walls rather than look at me.
I walked past them with steady steps into the hospital room. Ryan lay ghostly pale against the white sheets, but managed a reassuring smile when he saw me.
“Hey, don’t look so scared. I’m fine–just caught a bullet, no big deal. I’ll be back on my feet soon.”
He reached out trying to take my hand, but I stepped back.
Officer Diego couldn’t contain himself any longer, his tone vicious: “Just sign the damn forms already! If we don’t get him into surgery soon, Detective Rodriguez could die.”
I gave him a cold glance and pulled out the divorce papers from my bag.
“I’m not signing any medical consent. If you want to stay alive, sign this divorce agreement and make your parents your primary emergency
contacts.”
“You-!”
Diego’s temple veins bulged as he lunged forward, looking ready to tear me apart before other officers held him back.
I swept my gaze over their varying expressions of disgust. Using my own husband’s life to threaten him into divorce–they’d probably never seen a more vicious woman.
Ryan’s expression shifted through multiple emotions before he finally closed his eyes,
“All this because I spent one night watching over Lily?”
Under the weight of looks that could kill, I answered flatly.
“Yes. Because you spent last night with Lily Sinclair.”
Suddenly someone grabbed my shirt collar from behind, yanking me backward.
When I saw who it was, Ryan tried desperately to sit up before collapsing back in pain.
“Lily, don’t touch her.”
voice hoarse.
Lily Sinclair was covered in dried blood, her previously swollen belly now deflated, looking unnaturally weak.
“If you hate me, I’ll disappear from your life forever. But Ryan’s injury can’t wait–without surgery he’ll lose his leg.”
“I already owe Ryan everything. If he becomes disabled because of me, I’ll never forgive myself.”
A short–haired woman helped the sobbing Lily to her feet, eyes blazing as she stared at me.
I recognized her–Officer Diana, the only woman on Ryan’s team.
“Why the hell did Detective Rodriguez marry such a selfish, stupid bitch? He’s out there risking his life for strangers and all you care about is your petty relationship drama.”
“Even if he WAS cheating, it’d be because you drove him to it!”
That’s when I learned the truth: if Ryan hadn’t been protecting Lily’s unborn baby, he could’ve easily avoided that bullet.
I let out a bitter laugh and whirled on Ryan.
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Chapter 3
“You told me you’d handed Lily duty off to other officers. So why were you with her today?”
“Ryan, you’re so protective of Lily–is that baby actually yours?”
“Victoria!”
Ryan’s temple throbbed as his hand connected with my face in a sharp slap, the force splitting my lip. I spat out blood expressionlessly.
“Ryan! How could you hit Victoria!” His parents rushed in just in time to see me bleeding, immediately shielding me.
Ryan was breathing hard, eyes wild. “She can scream at me, hit me, whatever. But she will NOT disrespect a fallen officer’s widow.”
His parents stared at me in shock as I lifted my chin defiantly.
“Hit a nerve, did I?”
“Running to Lily’s place every night, staying until dawn–don’t tell me nothing happened.”
Lily’s sobs hitched for just a moment, her eyes flickering with something guilty before she wailed even louder, threatening to “die with the baby.”
The room erupted in chaos. If Ryan’s parents hadn’t been protecting me, countless fists would’ve been flying.
But I didn’t flinch, holding up the divorce papers and slamming them against Ryan’s face.
“If you don’t sign these divorce papers right now, I can come up constitution can handle it.”
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