Mira's POV
The words hit me like a truck.
“Get out!”
I was expecting a reaction from Luke but I didn't expect me to actually chase me out. The blood ran colder than ever but I didn't make a sound, if that was what he wanted then I would willingly comply – we were about to be divorced after all.
My foot hurt as I placed it on the cold hospital floor, but I didn't wince, nor did I cry out. I just grit my teeth and endured the pain, my face a mask of still indifference as I hobbled away with my cane.
The door closed behind me as if signaling the finality of something. I felt my heart drop with each step, each jolt of pain, but I knew I couldn't go back. What was gone was gone…
The look on Luke's face replayed in my head… pure righteous anger and contempt. As if I was a mistake in his
