Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Elena: POV

I walked.

Out of the hospital. Down the street. Past buildings and people and cars that all blurred together.

My hand pressed against my chest, right over my heart.

It hurts. God, it hurts so much. When will it stop hurting?

Then my hand dropped to my stomach. The baby. Our baby that he’d never want.

“Baby,” I whispered. Tears streamed down my face. “I tried. I tried so hard to make your dad love me. But I couldn’t do it. I just… I couldn t.”

People passing by probably thought I was crazy. Talking to myself. Crying on a street corner.

I didn’t care.

“When you’re born,” I continued, my voice thick, I’ll give you all the love in the world. We don’t need him. We’ll be okay. Just you and me, baby. Just you and

me.”

I stood on the corner of Lexington and 67th, the October wind cutting through my coat like knives.

My phone felt heavy in my hand as I scrolled to Sophia’s name.

She’s your only option right now. You can’t go bo

to that penthouse. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

My finger hovered over the call button. Part of me didn’t want to burden her-Sophia had her own shit to deal with. But where else could I go?

I pressed dial.

“Elena?” Sophia answered on the first ring, her voice tight with concern.

‘I need a place to stay.” My voice came out flat. Dead. “Just for tonight. Can I come over?”

Silence stretched for three heartbeats.

“Of course,” she said finally, and I heard rustling in the background. “I’ll text you my new address. Get here safe, okay?”

The Uber ride to Sophia’s Chelsea loft felt like an eternity. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, my hand pressed protectively over my

stomach.

Our baby. Just you and me now.

Sophia’s building was one of those converted industrial spaces-all exposed brick and floor-to-ceiling windows. She buzzed me up immediately, and when I stepped off the elevator, she was already waiting at her door.

2:03 pm

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Elena she pulled me into a fierce hug before I could say anything. “Jesus Christ, you look exhausted.

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I managed, attempting a weak sihile. I’m fine actually.

She ushered me inside. The loft was gorgeous open plan, modern furniture, abstract art on the walls. But I barely registered any of it.

Sophia guided me to her oversized leather couch. “Sit. I’m getting you tea.”

I sank into the cushions, exhaustion hitting me like a freight train. My body ached everywhere-from standing so long at the hospital, from the stress, from carrying this secret that was slowly destroying me.

Sophia returned with two steaming mugs-chamomile for me, green tea for herself. She handed me one, then settled beside me, and that’s when I noticed.

Her neck. Dark purple marks dotting the pale skin above her collarbone, barely hidden by her loose sweater.

Fresh hickeys. A lot of them.

“So,” I said, gesturing to her neck with my mug. “Looks like you’ve been

busy. Got a new situation going on?”

Sophia’s hand flew to her neck, her cheeks flushing. “It’s nothing. Just-

“Just what?” I leaned closer, grateful for the distraction from my own mess. “Come on, Soph. Those are definitely fresh. And there are a lot of them.”

She rolled her eyes,

but I caught the flicker of something in her expression. Pain, maybe. Or hurt.

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