Mom, Don't Cry! Here comes a new Daddy! novel Chapter 106

Chapter 99

(Sabrina’s POV – Moments Earlier)

The scream cuts through the afternoon like a knife.

“Go to hell, Sabrina Moore!”

I turn, my body moving on pure instinct.

And I see her. Jessica. Face twisted with hatred. Arm raised high.

And the knife in her hand, glinting in the sunlight.

Time stops.

Or maybe my heart stops. I can’t tell which.

Ethan’s already moving, but something else moves faster.

A blur of motion from the tree line. Someone running.

Dustin.

He crashes into me from the side, spinning us both. Putting himself between Jessica’s descending arm

and my back.

The sound the knife makes entering his body is wet and terrible. A sound I’ll hear in my nightmares for the

rest of my life.

Dustin gasps. His eyes go wide. His knees buckle.

And I’m screaming. Screaming his name even though I hate him, even though he destroyed our marriage, even though he chose Jessica over me.

He just took a knife meant for me.

“Dustin!” I catch him as he falls, Ethan reaching me then, and helping to lower him to the ground. “Why would you–God, why would you do that?”

Blood. So much blood. Pouring from the wound in his stomach, hot and red and wrong.

My hands press against it instinctively but there’s too much. It keeps coming, seeping between my fingers.

“Call 911!” I scream at no one and everyone.

Ethan’s already on his phone, his voice sharp and controlled even as his free hand helps me apply

pressure.

Around us, chaos. Parents grabbing their children. Someone sobbing. Multiple people on phones.

And Jake. Oh God, Jake.

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He appears at my side, his small face white as paper. “Bad dad?”

“Don’t look, baby. Don’t-”

But he won’t turn away. Won’t move. Just stares at his father bleeding out on the playground grass.

“Is he going to die?” Jake’s voice is barely a whisper.

“No. He’s not-” But I can’t finish. Can’t lie to him when I don’t know the answer myself.

Dustin’s eyes find mine. Unfocused. Glassy. Fading.

He tries to speak but blood bubbles up instead of words.

“Don’t talk! Just hold on!” My voice is shrill. Panicked. Nothing like the calm i’m trying to project. “The ambulance is coming. You’re going to be fine.”

But he’s not going to be fine. The amount of blood alone tells me that. The paleness of his skin. The

shallowness of his breathing.

This is bad. This is really, really bad.

Police arrive first. A female officer immediately tackles Jessica, forcing her to the ground, cuffing her hands behind her back while Jessica screams.

“I didn’t mean to hit him! It was supposed to be her! It was supposed to be Sabrina!”

The officer’s face hardens. “You have the right to remain/silent-”

But Jessica’s still screaming. “This is her fault! All of it! If she’d just disappeared like she was supposed to

“Ma’am, I suggest you stop talking.”

The ambulance arrives moments later. Paramedics swarming. Professional. Efficient. Taking over while pushing me gently aside.

“Ma’am, we need space. Can you step back?”

I stumble backwards, my hands still covered in Dustin’s blood. Ethan catches me, his arms strong and steady even though I can see the shock on his face.

“Mommy?” Jake’s voice cracks. “Is bad dad really going to die?”

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.”

We watch them load Dustin onto the stretcher. Watch them start IVs and check vitals and communicate in urgent medical shorthand.

The ambulance doors close. Sirens wail. And then they’re gone, racing toward the hospital with Dustin’s fate uncertain.

I stand there, trembling, blood drying on my hands, while my son cries and Ethan holds me and police

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efficers take statements from witnesses.

“And all I cari think is:

After everything he did–after all the lies and betrayals and pain–why did he save me?

Why?

(Jessica’s POV)

The handcuffs bite into my wrists, cold and unforgiving.

The police officer–a woman with sharp eyes and no sympathy–guides me toward the patrol car with a firm grip on my arm, and I follow in a daze, my mind still stuck on the image of Dustin jumping in to take

the knife for Sabrina.

He loves her that much? Enough to throw away his life for her?

The realization sits in my stomach like lead. Heavy. Nauseating.

I don’t know what I feel for him anymore. Once, I thought I loved him very much.

He was charming, attentive, devoted in a way that made me feel special. Chosen.

But when that opportunity in New York came–the chance to advance my career, to build something for myself–I left him without hesitation.

I told myself it was temporary. That we’d find our way back to each other eventually. That if he really loved me, he’d wait.

And apparently, he did wait. Or so he made me believe.

In his own way, he waited for me, by marrying someone he didn’t love.

I came back believing I could reclaim him. That Sabrina was just a placeholder. A substitute keeping my spot warm until I returned.

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