Chapter Four
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Amelia pov
The city felt colder at night. Not the crisp kind of cold that kissed the skin, but the hollow kind that seeped into the bones and curled around the heart. My hands trembled as I pulled my thin coat tighter around myself. It didn’t help. Nothing could.
The wad of money Ethan had tried to shove into my hand still burned in my memory. “Take it and go.” As if my years, my love, my sacrifices… could be reduced to a stack of bills. I’d slapped the envelope back onto the table, my pride cutting sharper than the grief in my chest. I couldn’t let him buy my silence or my absence.
So, I left with nothing.
The sidewalks blurred under my feet, the glow of streetlamps smearing like watercolors in the mist of my tears. My body ached with exhaustion, the weight of the secret I carried inside pressing harder with every step. The doctor’s words echoed faintly in my ears….
“You’re pregnant, Mrs. Blackwood.” That tiny miracle was supposed to heal everything between us, but instead, it became a secret I carried alone.
A sudden wave of dizziness swept over me. I staggered, clutching the cold metal of a lamppost to steady myself. My stomach twisted, my vision splintered into spots of light and shadow. Not here. Not now.
I tried to take another step. My ankle wobbled. My knees buckled. The night swallowed me whole as my body crumpled onto the pavement
I didn’t know how long I was lying there
.. minutes, maybe hours.. until the sound of a car screeched nearby. Tires against asphalt. A car door slamming. Heavy footsteps pounding closer.
“Amelia?”
The voice cut through the fog in my head. Deep, familiar, urgent. A hand touched my shoulder, warm even through the thin fabric of my coat.
I blinked, my lashes heavy, and the blurred outline of a face hovered over me. Sharp jawline. Dark, worried eyes. A face I recognized.
Daniel.
Ethan’s best friend.
“God, Amelia, what the hell… ” His voice broke as he slid an arm under me, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. “You’re freezing.”
I wanted to answer, to tell him I was fine, that I could walk, but my lips wouldn’t move. My body betrayed me, limp against his chest. The last thing I felt before slipping into darkness again was the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the faint scent of his cologne woodsy, grounding, safe.
When I woke again, I wasn’t on the cold pavement anymore. The air smelled sterile, the sheets crisp and white beneath my fingers. The rhythmic beep of machines filled the silence.
A hospital.
The light was dim, the curtain around the bed pulled halfway closed. I shifted, wincing at the ache in my body. My throat was dry, my head heavy, but the tiny flutter inside my belly reminded me I wasn’t alone.
“Amelia?”
The curtain swished aside. Daniel stepped in, still in his suit, his tie loosened, hair slightly disheveled. His eyes searched me, relief washing over his features when he saw I was awake.
“You scared the hell out of me,” he muttered, pulling a chair closer to the bed. He sat, elbows braced on his knees, his gaze steady.
I swallowed, my voice hoarse. “What… happened?”
“You collapsed,” he said, his tone clipped with the kind of anger that wasn’t directed at me but at the situation itself. “I found you lying on the road like… like you didn’t matter to anyone.” His jaw clenched, eyes flashing. “Damn it, Amelia, you could've.. ” He stopped himself, exhaling hard. “You should have called someone.”
“I didn’t have anyone,” I whispered before I could stop myself. The words cracked something inside me, exposing a raw wound. Ethan’s name sat heavy on my tongue, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
Daniel’s expression softened. “You have me. You always did.”
My chest tightened at that. Daniel had always been around at dinners, at parties, always Ethan’s shadow. But I’d never looked at him long enough to see the way he looked at me now. Concern, frustration, something deeper I couldn’t name.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until the doctor entered with a clipboard. His smile was professional but kind. “Mrs. Blackwood, you gave us quite the scare. But the baby is fine.”
The word slammed into the air like a gunshot.
Daniel’s head snapped toward me, his eyes widening. “Baby?”
My fingers curled into the sheets. Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and fear mixing in a dizzying storm. I hadn’t planned to tell anyone yet not like this, not so exposed.
The doctor continued, oblivious to the tension suffocating the room. “You need rest, proper nutrition, and as little stress as possible. Your collapse was due to exhaustion and low blood sugar. But your pregnancy is still in the early stages. Please take care of yourself.”
Pregnancy.
Baby.
The words hung between us even after the doctor left, echoing in the sterile quiet.
Daniel leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed as he studied me. “You’re pregnant,” he said, his voice low, almost disbelieving.
Tears stung my eyes. I turned away, staring at the blank wall. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“Does Ethan know?”
The question sliced me open. My breath hitched. My silence was answer enough.
Daniel cursed under his breath, standing so abruptly the chair scraped against the floor. He paced, his hands raking through his hair.
“That bastard…”
he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I knew something was wrong. He’s been distant, cold, like he’s hiding something. But to leave you like this ” His voice broke off, his fists clenching.
I flinched. Even hearing Ethan’s name felt like salt rubbed into an open wound.
Daniel noticed. His expression softened again, and he came back to my side, lowering his voice. “Amelia… you don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”
The words made my throat tighten, tears spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. For days, I had carried the weight of betrayal, rejection, and a secret too big for my fragile body. But here was someone… someone I never expected offering me the one thing I craved most.
Not love. Not promises. Just… care.
I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. My heart still bled for Ethan, but for the first time since that night, I felt the faintest flicker of safety.
And that terrified me more than anything
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