Nine C-Section, Nine Dead Sons, One Escape novel Chapter 44

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Chapter 12

A month later, we all went back to Ashland. For the divorce.

Mom shivered in the cold Looked at me with new eyes.

“You hate cold weather. Always have. How did you survive here?”

I smiled. No answer.

Alex had people watching Jon.

The Hartwells were nothing now. Barely hanging on.

Jon showed up on time at the courthouse.

Thin. Pale. Guards behind him.

Tiffany came too. Belly showing. But the spark was gone, eyes red, swollen.

Guess she realized she’d picked the wrong horse.

Jon stared at me.

Longing. Missing me.

I looked away.

“Let’s go.”

We sat next to each other, waiting. He was wrecked, staring at nothing.

Quiet.

Until they called us.

I stood.

He grabbed my wrist.

His shoulders shook. His voice cracked. “Evie. I regret everything.”

“I miss you. I miss you so much. I’m sorry.”

I pulled away. Cold.

“Don’t. My brother’s waiting.”

It was fast.

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Three years I gave him my blood to heal his legs. He used them to walk to her,

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The paper in my hand, freedoiu.

I almost ran out

Jon tried to follow. Say something else.

I didn’t listen.

“Free! Mom and Dad got a table. Let’s f

Alex buckled me in, grinning.

The car pulled away.

Sgo.

In the mirror, Jon was watching. Tiffany hit him. Pulled him toward the door, to marry her, right there.

The car went faster. He disappeared.

I looked at Alex, still talking, still happy.

And I smiled.

No more Jonathan Hartwell. Not in my world.

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Three years I gave him my blood to heal his legs. He used them to walk to her.

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