Never Too Late to Change My MindConnor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home.
The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back.
He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update.
It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!"
I spend the rest of the night wide awake.
The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."