Never Too Late to Change My Mind
Connor 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."