Eden's POV:When I woke up, it was already dark outside the window. My lower abdomen throbbed with waves of pain, and my throat was parched.As I moved my hand, I realized someone was holding my fingers.It was Alistair. He sat beside the hospital bed in a wrinkled shirt, a layer of dark stubble along his jaw.As soon as I opened my eyes, he leaned in. "You're awake. Does anything hurt?"I pulled my hand away. "Why are you here?"The concern on his face faltered, and he said gruffly, "If I weren't here, you'd be dead."I looked at him, and the corner of my mouth twitched. "If I died, that'd be none of your business.""Eden Whitlaw!"His face darkened at once. "How is that none of my business? You're my wife!""We're divorced," I said flatly. "I'm not your wife, so stop calling me that."That shut Alistair up for a moment.It took him a long while to force out a reply. "What about the baby, then? Even if we're divorced, the baby has something to do with me, doesn't it?"I f
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