Todos los capítulos de Fake Vow, True Luna: Capítulo 481 - Capítulo 490

Olivia“I was just seeing myself out.”Dan brushed past me without another word. I watched him go, still blinking incredulously. What was that conversation I had just overheard? And most importantly, was Nathan alright?“Hey, Liv.” Nathan’s voice came from the doorway to his study. I looked up to see him standing there, looking a bit flustered but otherwise okay. A moment later, I heard the front door open and close. Dan was finally gone.“Hey.” I stood and walked over to him. “You alright? That sounded… intense.”Nathan simply shrugged. “Just an impromptu visit, that’s all,” he said. He paused then, patting his belly. “I’m starving. Did I hear you say you brought food home, or…?”“Uh, yeah,” I said, gesturing over to the table. “Help yourself.”With a smile and a grateful kiss on the cheek, Nathan walked over to the dining room table and began unpacking the food. The scent of greasy, delicious and wonderfully-bad-for-you takeout foot filled the room, and I felt my own stomach growl i

Olivia“You and Dan have only been married for four years?”As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I cringed at what I had just said. “I-I’m sorry,” I stammered, sitting up a little straighter. “I didn’t mean—”But Clarissa just chuckled. “No, no, it’s okay,” she said. “I know it’s a bit of a shock, seeing as how we’re both in our middle age. But yes, we’ve only been married for four years. We met eight years ago.”“I see.” I chewed my lip for a moment as I thought back on what Clarissa had said that day when she visited before the Valentine’s Day gala—how she had always wanted a family, but never had one. She hadn’t gone into detail about it.“If you don’t mind me asking,” I said cautiously, leaning forward, “before Dan, were you… were you ever married at all?”For a moment, Clarissa opened her mouth and drew in a deep breath as if to speak. But then she froze, blinking at me for a few long seconds. Her eyes seemed almost to grow dull, or rather glaze over.Then, after a painstak

Olivia“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”Nathan fanned at my face with a folded napkin. The cool air was a relief, but for the tenth time already, I offered him a weak smile and shook my head.“I’m fine, really,” I lied. “My legs just got a little weak, that’s all.”And for the tenth time, Nathan narrowed his eyes at me and pursed his lips. “I think we should get you home. You look pale.”Home. I could accept that—anything to get away from this luncheon, away from Dan and his biting words and his digging fingers. But I didn’t feel right leaving Clarissa here with him. Not after the way he had dragged her away suddenly.“Can we at least check on Clarissa?” I whispered. “I’m worried—”“Liv.” Nathan leaned in closer and lowered his voice. His blue-green eyes seemed to flicker beneath the light streaming in through the stained glass windows. “You have to let her go.”I swallowed. I knew he was right, of course; Dan’s warning had been loud and clear. But it didn’t make it hurt any less. Somethin

OliviaThe bright fluorescent lights overhead as the nurses wheeled me into the emergency room was all I could see. Their bright glare practically blinded me, but I felt so far away that it didn’t even matter anymore.“Acute pain… Bleeding… Nausea…”“How many months…?”“Bad sign…”Their words seemed to fade in and out, along with the looks on their faces as they leaned over me. All the while, Angela was the one constant: her hand wrapped tightly around mine, the tears in her eyes, the feeling of her fingers brushing my sweat-caked hair out of my face.“I’m here, Liv,” she said gently, never once leaving my side the entire time. “I’m here.”I was able to manage a weak smile in her direction, but something dear to me was missing amongst all of the pain and the chaos.My husband.He still hadn’t answered my calls or any of the messages I had sent him. Or at least, he hadn’t the last time I had checked. At some point during the frantic car ride to the emergency room, the phone had slipped

OliviaAs the ultrasound technician slowly moved the cold, gel-covered probe across my belly, I didn’t let go of Nathan’s hand the entire time. The sound of a steady pulse filled the room, and soon, the faint image of a small figure inside my belly popped up on the screen.“Hmm…” The technician thoughtfully hummed to herself as she worked. “Placental abruptions are usually difficult to see on ultrasound, but… oh. There it is.”Nathan and I both seemed to swallow in unison as we leaned forward to see what the technician was pointing to on the screen. As soon as I saw it, I felt my heart sink further than it already had.There it was; tiny, but there. A sliver of space between the placenta and the wall of my uterus. I guess part of me had somehow hoped that the doctor had been mistaken, but now that I had real, tangible, visual proof, it felt as if I had swallowed a leaden weight.“You can go ahead and clean yourself up,” the technician said then, handing me a warm towel. “I’ll go get t