A rush of blood surged up Cordelia's throat. Her heart had hurt so much that it had gone completely numb.
The next few days, Cordelia took care of herself.
Buying meals, changing her own bandages, dragging herself to the bathroom... she lost count of how many times she fell.
Almost every day, she saw Beatrice's i********:, and every single post had Adrian right there in it.
Day one, he took her to the mall and bought out every new piece in the maternity boutique. Day two, he went with her to the hospital to set up her prenatal file, pushing her wheelchair the whole time and not letting her walk a single step. Day three, he took her to an auction to cheer her up—anything she looked at twice, he bought with the highest bid.
Cordelia scrolled through them one by one, face calm.
Until th
