Laura’s POV
The bar’s stale air was still clinging to me when I stepped into the hospital’s cold, antiseptic-smelling corridor. My heart thudded painfully—not from the night’s drinks, but from the poison I’d overheard.
“The divorce papers are ready. He just needs to sign...” Ivy Reed’s words echoed in my mind like a cruel prophecy.
I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but there was no ignoring the truth when it sliced through the room with icy precision.
I left Elijah standing there, stunned and silent, his glass half-full but his expression empty.
Now, the sterile hallway in Lanesville General Hospital felt colder than any cell I’d ever been locked in. The bright fluorescent lights reflected harshly off the shiny floor, blinding me with their clinical indifference.
I barely noticed the ache
