Do You Still Love Me When We Meet Again? (Aubrey and Damon) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

In a heartbeat, Olivia violently jerked the steering wheel with every ounce of her strength.

CRASH

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The sound was deafening. The truck slammed into the passenger side, sending the car spinning twice before it flipped onto its side at the edge of the

road.

At the moment of impact, Aubrey and Victoria were sitting in the back seat, lost in a world of hope. They were smiling, wondering if the baby would be a boy or a girl, and debating which names would be the perfect fit.

Olivia had always been a cautious, steady driver. Her split–second decision to slam on the brakes was likely the only reason the car wasn’t completely pulverized.

The driver of the truck, who had intentionally driven against traffic, fled the scene instantly.

Thick smoke billowed from the wreckage as flames began to lick at the hood. Inside, Olivia was slumped over, unconscious and drenched in blood, her body pinned tightly into the mangled driver’s seat.

Aubrey clutched her stomach as a sharp, searing pain shot through her. For a terrifying heartbeat, she couldn’t even register the baby; survival was the only instinct left. Gritting her teeth against the agony, she forced herself to crawl out of the overturned cabin.

She scrambled to the other side, her fingers trembling as she wrenched the door open with every ounce of strength she had left. She reached in, desperately trying to pull Victoria out, but her mother–in–law remained limp and unresponsive.

Pure, cold terror paralyzed her heart.

“Victoria…” Aubrey’s vision blurred with tears, her entire body numbing from the shock. But then the adrenaline kicked in–a raw, primal surge of survival instinct. Ignoring the pain, she hauled Victoria’s weight out of the car.

Fighting through the white–hot agony in her abdomen, she dragged Victoria across the pavement, inch by grueling inch. She didn’t stop until they were far enough away from the car. Only then did she let go, turning back immediately to run toward the fire to save Olivia.

The fire at the front of the car had erupted now, engulfing the vehicle in a thick, suffocating shroud of black smoke.

The road was quiet, but a few passing cars had pulled over to the shoulder. The drivers climbed out, staring at the billowing smoke and the carnage of the crash site, but they stayed back, paralyzed by fear and unwilling to risk their own lives to help.

Aubrey knew she was gambling with her life, but the stakes didn’t matter anymore. Ignoring the looming threat of death, she gritted her teeth and wrenched open the driver’s side door. She dropped to the pavement, her fingers fumbling frantically to unbuckle Liv’s seatbelt, seeing her friend pinned helplessly against the deployed airbag.

Her strength was completely spent, and yet Liv wouldn’t budge. Panic took hold, and Aubrey began to scream, her voice raw and desperate. “Liv! Wake up! Please, wake up!”

Perhaps it was the sight of her sheer, gut–wrenching bravery that finally moved the onlookers.

Just as Aubrey felt her muscles give out, a man rushed forward, risking his own life to dive into the smoke and help her haul Liv from the wreckage.

He was strong, and with one powerful surge, he dragged Liv out. He scooped her up in his arms and bolted away from the car.

Aubrey scrambled after him, her legs heavy and her heart hammering against her ribs.

They hadn’t made it far when a deafening boom shattered the air. The car erupted instantly, a ball of fire consuming the frame. Under the scorching midday sun, the flames licked at the sky like a demon devouring the metal whole.

Aubrey reached the safety zone, her mind a blurred, echoing haze. She turned back, watching the vehicle burn until there was nothing left but a charred

skeleton.

Around her, bystanders were already on their phones, frantically calling 911.

The man laid Liv down on the grass, gasping for air. He looked up at Aubrey, his eyes wide with concern. “Your legs… you’re injured. You need to sit down and wait for the paramedics.”

Injured? Her legs?

God, she was in pain. Her entire body throbbed with a dull ache, but it was the sharp, rhythmic cramping in her lower abdomen that made her breath

hitch.

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She looked down at her legs, feeling a terrifying, warm dampness. Her heart stopped when she saw it–her jeans were soaked through with deep,

crimson blood.

In that single, soul–crushing moment, her world shattered.

She wasn’t even through her first trimester yet–the most fragile stage of pregnancy. There was so much blood. Was it hers… or the baby’s?

The world began to spin violently. Darkness rushed in from the edges of her vision, and she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her strength evaporated, her knees buckled, and she collapsed into the void.

Agony washed over her in suffocating waves.

Through a thick, hazy fog, she heard the distant, wailing cacophony of sirens–fire trucks, police cruisers, ambulances. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of fear and static.

She drifted in and out of consciousness, trapped in the gray space between reality and the dark.

She had no idea how much time had passed, but then she heard it–Damon’s voice, raw and desperate, calling her name over and over.

“Bree, stay with me! Please, just hold on. Don’t you dare leave me, Bree… Bree!”

Damon was screaming for her, his voice a frantic tether she couldn’t quite reach.

Later, another voice pierced the gloom. It was Tracy, choked with tears.“Bree, please… you have to wake up…”

She desperately wanted to find her voice, to ask if Damon’s mother was safe, if Liv had made it out okay.

But her eyelids felt like lead, and her mind slipped away again, dragging her down into the depths of a long, haunting dream.

And in that dream, she finally saw her baby.

It was her and Damon’s baby. He was perfect, radiating pure light. He had a gummy, toothless smile and eyes so clear and bright they looked like polished glass.

In the dream, the baby crawled toward her, his little limbs moving with frantic, joyful excitement. She reached out, her arms wide open to welcome him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t close the distance. He looked exhausted, eventually collapsing onto the ground in frustration. He sat there, staring up at her, and she understood his silent, heartbreaking plea: Mommy, why won’t you come hold me?

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