Too Late for the Love I Deserved

I ended up in the ICU after a miscarriage that left me bleeding out. My organs were failing, and my life was hanging by a thread.

Ironically, my husband, Greyson Kirk, was the one who caused it.

It happened on his birthday. I'd spent hours preparing. I made a lavish dinner, baked a cake, and decorated our home with a romantic glow.

I bought him designer gifts, too, but the real surprise was something far more precious. I was pregnant.

The baby didn't come easily. We had tried it for five years. His arrival presented a chance to mend our fractured marriage.

I chose Greyson's birthday to share the news, hoping it would bring us closer. But when he walked in, he barely noticed my efforts.

He changed clothes in a rush, muttering that Emily Davis, his old crush, was in the hospital and needed him.

As he headed for the door, I grabbed his arm. "I did all this for you, and I have something important to tell you."

Greyson shook off my hand. "Emily's alone right now. I have to go."

My heart sank at his words.

Ever since Emily reentered his life, Greyson had been consumed by her. She was his unattainable dream girl, the one who always held a special place in his heart.

I questioned him, "Is she really that important? More important than me?"

He sighed, visibly irritated. "Can we not do this right now? Emily saved my life. She's in trouble, and I'm just repaying her. What's the big deal?"

Before I could respond, he added, "She and I are just friends now. Stop being so jumpy. Keep this up, and we're not gonna make it."

His eyes held nothing but disdain. Furious, I reached for him again.

He shoved me away, stormed out, and slammed the door. I lost my balance, crashing into the table's sharp corner before collapsing to the floor.

Pain tore through me as my body convulsed. Darkness swallowed me whole.

When I awoke, I wasn't in my body. Instead, I floated beside my hospital bed, staring at myself. Tubes snaked from my arms.

When one was on the edge of death, their soul would linger, watching the world like a silent ghost. Tears welled up as I gazed at my broken form.

My mother, Holly Wilcox, sat outside.

Her hair had turned gray overnight. Her face was etched with grief, and my heart shattered.

Rage pulled me to Greyson, the man responsible for this.

I found him in another hospital, holding Emily's hand. His face was soft with concern. "Don't worry. Just focus on getting better. I'll take care of everything."

Emily smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Greyson soaked up her gratitude.

She nestled closer and added, "But won't Shannon be upset if you spend so much time with me?"

He frowned. "Doesn't matter. She's always starting fights, accusing me of things with you. I'm sick of it. If it comes to it, I'll just divorce her."