Chloe fainted from overwhelming emotional agitation while she was pregnant.
In her dream, her two children wailed and called out "Mommy," but no matter how hard she reached, she couldn't so much as brush the edge of their tiny figures.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Chloe woke up with a jolt. She spotted Wesley walking in carrying a cup of warm milk. The second her eyes landed on him, raw hatred surged up. She threw off the covers, swung her legs out of bed, and marched straight for the door without a single glance back.
Wesley reached out and clamped down on her wrist. "What are you throwing a fit about now?"
Chloe shoved his hand away in disgust. "Don't touch me."
Wesley frowned. "Calm down."
Chloe tilted her chin up slightly and stared him dead in the eye. "This is the calmest
