Now filled with regret, Peter agreed to the divorce. With that, I managed to get my hands on our divorce papers.
When Zachary checked up on me briefly, he grinned. "Wonderful. You've been recovering well. Let's go to your checkup at the hospital together today."
I sat in my wheelchair as he pushed me forward.
Cautiously, he navigated me through the crowd.
When I saw Selena at the end of the hallway at the hospital, I knew that something was going to happen.
She hurried toward me. Unabashedly, she said, "I'd like to have a chat with you."
I leaned back in my wheelchair slightly and replied, "Sure."
Selena shot Zachary a glare before clarifying, "What I want to talk about is very personal. He cannot be here."
I took the hint and nodded.
Zachary, however, knitted his brows together. He leaned forward toward me and said, "I'm worried about you."
Selena interjected, "Please help her get her medical report, Mr. Jenkins. We'll just have a brief chat."
I lifted my hand to
