Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Elena: POV

A bitter smile tugged at my lips as the nurse’s words echoed in the sterile hospital room.

A man who leaves his wife alone in a hospital after what you want through? That’s not a man worth keeping.

My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, pressing gently against the flat surface where a tiny life was growing–a life Julian would never want.

“The baby,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “The baby should be okay, right?”

I hadn’t felt any cramping or pain since I woke up. That had to be a good sign. It had to be.

The nurse’s expression softened. She pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, her hand covering mine.

*You were very lucky,” she said gently. “The amount of drug in your system was relatively small. Dr. Jones said there’s no indication of harm to the fetus. But

we need to keep you here for observation–just for one day to be safe.”

Relief flooded through me so powerfully I felt dizzy. My eyes burned with tears I’d been holding back for hours.

“Thank you,” I managed. “Thank you.”

The nurse squeezed my hand. “You rest now, honey.”

She left quietly, pulling the door shut behind her.

I lay there in the dim room, one hand still pressed protectively over my stomach.

But what kind of future could I give this child? What kind of life awaited us in Julian’s cold, loveless world?

The next morning, I was discharged with a stack of prenatal care instructions and a prescription for vitamins. Dr. Jones had been thorough, professional, and blessedly discreet.

“Take care of yourself, Mrs. Sterling,” she’d said, though her eyes held questions she was too polite to ask. “And if you experience any cramping, bleeding, or unusual symptoms, call immediately.”

I’d nodded, clutching the papers like a lifeline.

Now I stood outside the hospital entrance, staring at the city stretched out before me. Manhattan gleamed in the October sunlight–all glass and steel and

false promises.

I should go home. Back to that mansion prison on Billionaire’s Row. Back to waiting for Julian to maybe show up, maybe acknowledge my existence, maybe remember I was more than a convenient body to fuck when Victoria wasn’t available.

My feet wouldn’t move.

I couldn’t face that empty mansion. Couldn’t face those cold marble floors and floor–to–ceiling windows.

11:36 am

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Chapter 25

My phone burned, making me jump.

Sophia’s name flashed across the screen, and I felt something in my chest loosen slightly.

“Hey,‘ I answered, trying to sound normal. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Sophia’s voice was sharp with concern. “Elena, where the hell are you? I’ve been calling since yesterday. Marcus said you left work early for a meeting and never came back. Then I heard some shit about you being at the hospital-”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly. Really. Just… had a rough day.”

“Bullshit. I could hear her moving, probably pacing her apartment. “Where are you right now?”

I glanced at the hospital entrance behind me. “Just got discharged. I’m… I don’t know where I’m going.”

“Then don’t go anywhere.” Her voice softened slightly. “Come out with me. We’ll go to that karaoke lounge on Bleecker–the one we used to hit up in college.

Sing some sad songs, eat some terrible bar food, forget about the world for a few hours.”

A karaoke lounge. Mindless fun. A chance to breathe without Julian’s shadow suffocating me.

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