Chapter 5

Summer had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she finally woke up, she was lying in a hospital bed.

A nurse came in to change her bandages.

Summer tried to sit up, but the nurse pushed her back down.

"Don't get up. You're badly hurt. You need to rest."

Summer shook her head. She checked the date on her phone, then forced herself to sit up again.

"Today's the anniversary of my grandma's death. I visit her grave every year. I can't miss it..."

Her whole body hurt so badly she could barely stay on her feet.

The nurse called after her. "But you're pregnant! If you really have to go, at least take someone from your family with you!"

Summer froze.

She stared at the nurse. "I'm pregnant?"

The nurse immediately handed her the lab results. There was no mistake. She was pregnant.

Summer clutched the report, her lips trembling. She'd only just decided to divorce Logan, and now she was carrying his child.

She'd suffered a miscarriage before. Her doctor had warned her that the damage to her uterus could make it difficult to get pregnant again. She might never get another chance to have a baby.

Emotion tightened Summer's chest. She gently rested a hand on her lower belly, already cherishing the little life growing inside her.

Just then, the door swung open.

Logan walked in, his face still flushed from what he'd been doing with Vivian.

He pulled Summer into his arms, putting on a show of concern. "Summer, I just heard about the accident. I was so worried about you."

Summer quickly hid the lab report and pushed him away, her face giving nothing away.

"Don't touch me. I have to go."

"Where are you going?"

Logan raised an arm to stop her, then suddenly remembered. "Oh, right. It's the anniversary of your grandma's death. I almost forgot."

Before Summer could say anything, he draped his jacket over her shoulders. "I'll drive you there."

Still barely able to walk, Summer let Logan drive her to the cemetery.

When they arrived, Summer spotted Vivian standing in front of Lucinda's grave, a bucket in her hand and a cruel smile on her face.

Without warning, Vivian swung the bucket, sending a thick, black, sticky mess splattering across the headstone.

The stench hit Summer immediately. Her blood ran cold.

Vivian had just dumped a bucket of shit all over Lucinda's headstone.

"Vivian Siegel! Have you lost your mind?"

Summer lunged at her and slapped her hard across the face.

Logan stepped in to stop her, his expression darkening. "Summer, will you stop making a scene?"

Summer pointed at the filthy headstone, her voice shaking. "Logan, are you seeing this? She dumped a whole bucket of shit on Grandma's headstone! Can't you see?"

Vivian's eyes suddenly reddened. Her earlier arrogance vanished, and she spoke as though Summer had deeply hurt her.

"I heard today was the anniversary of your grandma's death, so I came here without telling Logan. I just wanted to say I was sorry for what I did when we were younger. I was going to plant some flowers by her grave.

"Summer, I know you hate me, but I was just trying to do something nice. This is the best fertilizer you can get. Just imagine how beautiful the flowers will be. Your grandma would've loved it!"

Summer had heard enough. Her eyes were bloodshot with rage as she grabbed Vivian by the throat.

"Stop lying! You're sick. You did this on purpose. Don't you dare talk about my grandma!"

A sharp crack rang out. Logan slapped Summer so hard she fell to the ground.

He glared at her in disgust. "You're hopeless. They say bastards have no class, and you're proving them right. You might be successful now, Summer, but you're still as nasty and trashy as ever!"

Summer sprang to her feet and slapped him back hard. "Logan, that was for Grandma!"

Just then, a splitting pain shot through her head, and she collapsed.

She knew it was the tumor. Desperate, she reached out to Logan.

"Logan, please take me to the hospital. My head... it hurts so bad..."

Before she could finish, Vivian suddenly cried out from behind her, "Logan, I... I'm so dizzy. Please get me out of here."

Logan hesitated for a moment, then scooped Vivian into his arms.

Summer clung to his leg with what little strength she had left. "Please, take me to the hospital. I have a brain tumor..."

Logan frowned in disgust and yanked his leg free. "What's with the helpless act, Summer? That's not like you. The Summer I know would've gotten right back up and slapped me again."

Vivian whimpered in his arms. Logan hurried off with her, not even bothering to look back at Summer.

A light rain began to fall. Summer lay where she'd fallen as her arms and legs slowly went numb.

It had been raining the day Lucinda died, too.

Summer remembered Logan kneeling before Lucinda's grave, his head bowed. He'd been crying so hard he could barely speak, but the determination in his eyes had been unmistakable as he made his promise.

"I promise I'll take good care of Summer. You won't have to worry about her."

Cold rain washed the tears from Summer's cheeks, taking with them the last of her hope in Logan. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper, heavy with regret.

"Grandma, I wish I'd never fallen for him. I don't love him anymore..."