It's All or Nothing
I'm in the hills for a project inspection when a sudden downpour hits. I lose my footing and tumble down a steep slope.
Lying in a pool of blood, I fumble for my phone and call my husband, Joel Grant, who's supposed to be nearby.
"Rachel has anxiety. I only brought her back to her hometown to help her unwind. Can you stop being so paranoid and jealous for once? You're due in two weeks. I'll be there, okay? Just behave."
In the background, I hear Rachel giggle softly. "The models have to be in their birthday suit for sketching, right?"
Joel hangs up without another word.
My sister-in-law—and best friend—Chloe Murphy finds me. She's sobbing as she cradles me, desperately trying to call her husband, Michael Grant, for help.
"Are all pregnant women insane these days?" Michael snaps. "Don't start with the same manipulative crap as Anna. Joel and I are busy modeling for Rachel. We don't have time for your petty dramas."
Then he blocks her.
My injuries are too severe. There's no way help will arrive in time.
Despite being heavily pregnant herself, Chloe hoists me onto her back and carries me down the mountain to the nearest hospital.
Somehow, I survive. My baby doesn't.
Chloe, devastated and physically pushed past her limits, loses her child too.
"I want a divorce," I whisper with my eyes swollen from crying.
"Me too. I'm done with Michael."
We filed for divorce together.
That's when Joel and Michael finally lose their minds.