Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 62

Chapter 1

My water broke at eight months, but blizzard trapped me on the highway.

I immediately called my cop husband Brett-NYPD’s ruthless, “by the book” traffic captain.

“Help me clear the emergency lane. Please. I’m bleeding out!”

Instead, he yelled at me..

“Shut up! Everyone’s waiting. What makes YOU special? Sit there and deal.”

My baby suffocated in my womb that night. I nearly died bleeding out.

Meanwhile?

His childhood sweetheart Tessa posted a video:

“OMG-almost missed BTS! My crush cleared traffic with SIRENS!? SO EPIC!”

Full sirens, wrong-way traffic, red lights blown-his official bike turned into her VIP pass to a concert.

Three days I fought for my life in ICU.

He finally showed up with clearance diapers.

“Relax. You probably just peed yourself. I googled it-water doesn’t break at eight months.”

“If Tessa missed that concert, she’d regret it forever. But your due date? I’ll totally help then.”

I stared at my empty belly.

No due date coming anymore.

He killed our baby for a K-pop show.

Now? He’s about to learn what “emergency” really means.

I didn’t say a word.

Brett just tossed the diaper bag onto the nightstand.

“Seriously? Three days of cold shoulder! You ghost me, ignore my calls, make me come all the way here?”

“Come on. Stop being dramatic. Tessa almost missed that concert. She cried her eyes out.”

“Can’t you be a little more generous? You’re always making everything a big deal.”

Generous?

Pain twisted through my stomach.

“She just cried over a concert. But I lost our baby!”

Brett’s face went dark.

“Sloane! Enough!”

Talking about life and death during the holidays-can’t you watch your mouth?”

You’ll say anything now just to play the victim.”

“And your belly’s still there. You’re telling me the baby’s dead? You really think I’m an idiot?”

I’d just had the procedure. My stomach was still swollen.

But he didn’t lift the blanket to check, didn’t ask a doctor, didn’t even glance at the chart by my bed.

Just then, the door swung open.

“See Brett? Told you she’d be fine.”

“You rushed over like it was life or death. I didn’t even finish my boba.”

Tessa walked in like she owned the place.

Two milk teas in one hand, half-eaten candy in the other.

She shoved the sticky thing right at Brett’s mouth.

“This one’s gross. You finish it.”

Brett took a bite with no hesitation and gave her this indulgent look.

“Don’t waste food.”

That hurt to watch.

Tessa wiped her hands on his shirt and walked over to my bed.

“Heard you peed yourself? Yeah, pregnancy does that. Things get loose down there-it’s normal.”

“That’s why I never want kids. Being a delicate housewife sounds miserable. Having a bro friend is way better.”

She acted sympathetic, but her eyes were mocking me.

“But honestly, you were really being unreasonable.”

“If Brett hadn’t driven like crazy for me, I would’ve missed my idol that night.”

“Do you know how important that was? I’ve loved him for ten years!”

She kept going, like my emergency on that highway was some crime.

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