Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 340

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Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 340

Something twisted in my chest. Not gratitude, but a sick acknowledgraent that he’d listened.

“He must have had the gardeners take care of it,” I said carefully.

Inside the house, everything was too quiet. The usual guards were absent from the main hall.

“Where is everyone?” my mother whispered.

“I don’t know.” Unease prickled my skin. “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.”

My father was in their room, sitting by the window. His face lit up when he saw us.

“Mi amor,” he said, crossing to us quickly. “How did it go?”

“Fine,” my mother said. “Dr. Shaw was very thorough. He’s going to make house calls.”

My father’s eyebrows rose. “House calls?”

“He’ll come here to check on her,” I explained. Instead of making her go back to the hospital.”

“That’s… generous.” My father’s tone suggested suspicion, but he didn’t press.

I watched them–this small, tender moment between two people who’d spent forty years together–and felt something crack inside me.

“I should go,” I said abruptly.

My mother’s head snapped up. “Already?”

“I have work tomorrow.” Another lie. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

I kissed my mother’s forehead before heading for the door.

Back in my Queens apartment, I collapsed on the couch without even taking off my coat. The place was dark and cold and empty.

But I had something to do first.

With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and searched for women’s health clinics. I found one in Manhattan that offered same–day consultations.

“Women’s Health Center, how can I help you?”

“I… I need to schedule an appointment,” I whispered. “For a consultation. It’s urgent.”

“Of course. We have an opening tomorrow at 2 PM. Would that work?”

Chapter 340–

Tomorrow. Monday: “Yes, that’s perfect.”

After I hung up, I felt a strange mix of relief and terror Tomorrow. I just had to make it until tomorrow.

My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And again.

With a groan, I checked the screen.

Lucas: [How’s your mother?]

Lucas: [The flowers are gone. You’re welcome.]

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Lucas: [Answer me.]

I stared at the messages, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Part of me wanted to ignore him, toretend for one night that I didn’t owe him anything.

But I knew better.

Me: [She’s stable. Thank you for the flowers.]

2

His response was immediate.

Lucas: [Good. How is she feeling now?]

Me: [Much better. The treatment went well.]

Lucas: [I’m glad to hear that. By the way, pack a bag tonight. We’re traveling for business tomorrow morning.]

My blood ran cold. Tomorrow morning? I’d just scheduled the appointment for tomorrow afternoon – I couldn’t leave town now.

Me: [Tomorrow? I need to stay with my mother…]

Lucas: [She’s stable, you said so yourself. This is important, Sophia. Don’t make me ask twice.]

I stared at the screen, my hands trembling. The appointment. My one chance to take control of this nightmare, and he was ripping it away from me without even knowing it.

Me: [Lucas, please. She just got out of the hospital. What if something happens?]

Lucas: [Nothing will happen. We’ll be back in a week. Pack light.]

In a week? The clinic would probably reschedule, but for when? Next week? Next month? How long could I hide this from him?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, desperate to find some excuse, some way out.

Me: [Can’t we postpone? Just for a few days?]

Lucas: [No. Car picks you up at 6 AM. Don’t be late.]

I wanted to scream. To throw my phone against the wall and watch it shatter into a thousand pieces.

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12:16 pm P PPT

Chapter 340.

Instead, I typed back: [Okay:]

I set the phone down with shaking hands and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow at 2 PM, I was supposed to be sitting in a clinic, finally taking back some control over my own body. Instead, be on a plane to God knows where, trapped again in Lucas & web.

The worst part? I couldn’t even tell him why I needed to stay. Couldn’t explain that I was carrying his child and needed to decide what to do about it. He d made sure I had no voice in any of this

I was completely, utterly trapped. Even my own body wasn’t mine anymore,

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