He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 7

Lawrence’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Theresia, stop making a scene. This is important, I have to go.”

She couldn’t see his face, but his annoyance was clear as day.

For once, Theresia didn’t play the understanding wife. She pressed him. “You have tons of people working for you. Are they all useless? Does everything really have to be done by you?”

Lawrence yanked his hand out of hers, his face stormy, brows drawn tight. “Theresia, are you even listening to yourself? I’m just going to the office for an emergency. Why are you acting like this? And don’t think being pregnant gives you a free pass to act spoiled.”

He was rattled. So much that he forgot to keep up his usual mask.

Downstairs, the car engine roared to life. Theresia’s chest twisted with pain.

She knew why he’d married her. She knew he didn’t love her. Still, it hurt.

About ten minutes later, Theresia made up her mind. She grabbed her phone and dialed.

“Hi, is this City Hospital? I want to ask about abortion procedures.”

…

When the call ended, Theresia’s face was cold, her decision set in stone.

Better to end things cleanly. It was the kindest thing for her and the baby.

Lawrence didn’t come home that night. No surprise there.

The next morning, a little after nine, Aaron from the Lee Group showed up at her door.

He handed her a fancy red velvet box. “Theresia, this is from Lawrence. A pearl necklace.”

She took it, tracing the smooth, flawless pearls with her fingertips. It must have cost a fortune.

She set the box aside. “Thanks.”

Aaron looked surprised.

Usually, when he brought gifts, Theresia would light up, sometimes even act giddy. This calm, distant reaction was new.

“Theresia, are you feeling alright?”

She kept her voice flat. “I’m fine.”

It probably wasn’t just this necklace. Aaron had probably picked out all the previous gifts too. Thinking back, in three years, Lawrence had never once given her a present in person. It was always Aaron, a driver, or some delivery guy.

Never Lawrence himself.

Theresia hesitated. “Anything but the vintage dress. Whatever else is fine.”

Susan blinked, confused.

Theresia looked at her. “Is that a problem?”

Susan shook her head. “No, not at all. You’re gorgeous, you’d look good in anything. I’ll pick something nice for you.”

Theresia didn’t say more. She sat quietly on the sofa, waiting.

A voice message notification popped up. She played it.

“Honey, can you take a taxi over? I’m running late.”

Theresia’s grip tightened around her phone.

She typed back, “Okay.”

She finished getting ready, and soon her car arrived.

Susan walked her to the door, still fussing. “Theresia, are you sure you’ll be okay going alone? With your condition, I just worry, you know?”