My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Secret Pregnancy

Frustration surged through me, quickly turning into anger.

‎I knew that even if I managed to overtake it, the only way to truly get away would be to speed up and outrun it.

‎But I wasn’t skilled enough for that.

‎And even if I were...

‎I wouldn’t risk it. Not like this. Not with my child.

‎I forced myself to stay calm, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

‎I needed stability—not recklessness.

‎Glancing at the rearview mirror, I signaled and carefully pulled over to the side of the road, intending to call the police—

‎Only to realize—

‎I didn’t have my phone.

‎My heart dropped.

‎And then—

‎Bang!

‎A deafening crash tore through the air.

‎The force slammed into me as the airbags deployed instantly.

‎Pain exploded in my head, and my vision blurred.

‎Everything spun.

‎As consciousness slipped away, one final realization struck me—

‎The white car behind me...

‎It had been following me too.

The screech of brakes pierced through my ears.

‎Then—

‎A deafening crash.

‎Flames erupted, swallowing the car whole until nothing remained but a charred skeleton.

‎The scene played over and over in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

‎My eyes snapped open.

‎Pain pounded violently in my head, as if it were about to split apart.

‎A sharp, sterile scent filled the air.

‎Disinfectant.

‎Slowly, awareness returned.

‎I was in a hospital.

‎Everything before me was blurred.

‎At first, I thought it was just because I had been unconscious for too long.

‎I lifted a hand and rubbed my eyes, blinking a few times, waiting for my vision to adjust—

‎But even after several seconds...

‎The blur didn’t fade.A sense of unease tightened in my chest, and an unfamiliar fear began to rise.

‎"You’re awake," a gentle female voice said.

‎I turned toward the sound, but all I could make out was a vague outline—her figure, the color of her clothes. Her face remained indistinct, blurred beyond recognition.

‎Beside her stood a tall man, dressed in a similar uniform.

‎On either side of me were other hospital beds. I could hear patients speaking softly with their families, their voices distant yet grounding.

‎"Miss," the woman continued softly, taking my hand and guiding it to rest on her shoulder, "I’m a police officer. The doctor said you were involved in a car accident and suffered a head injury. There’s some fluid buildup in your brain, which is affecting your vision. Is everything still blurry?"

‎My grip on her hand tightened. The inability to see clearly made everything feel more fragile—more uncertain.

‎"The fluid is putting pressure on your optic nerves," she added reassuringly. "Once it’s absorbed, your vision should gradually return."

‎Her words did little to calm me. Panic crept into my voice as I asked,

‎"My child... how is my baby? Is the baby okay?"

‎"Don’t worry," she replied gently. "The baby is fine."

‎I let out a shaky breath, but another worry quickly followed.

‎"But I was injured... will the medication affect the baby?"

‎She hesitated slightly. "I’m not a doctor, so I can’t give you a definite answer. But from what we’ve been told, your injuries aren’t severe, and nothing in the report raised concerns. The doctors have been very careful with your treatment. Your baby should be safe."

‎"...That’s good," I whispered, some of the tension finally easing. "That’s a relief."

‎"How are you feeling now?" the officer asked. "I need to ask you a few questions about the accident. Are you able to answer?"

‎I nodded faintly. "I can. Please go ahead."

‎"What’s your name?"

‎"Alicia Sinclair."

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