35KendraLight shone beyond my closed eyelids, and I rubbed my eyes and stretched. Pain shot through me and I winced. Hours had passed. I was alive. I had survived. But I still felt destroyed, shattered, broken. I felt like I had been broken into pieces.
A nurse came in and checked on me, and a few minutes after she left, Anton came into the room. He rushed to my side, held out his hand, but then brought it back without touching me.
“The baby?” he asked.
I refused to look away. “The baby’s okay.”
He looked so relieved, and my heart broke all over again. He was just relieved the contract hadn’t been broken. Of course. Nothing had changed. My reasons for leaving hadn’t changed. Anton wasn’t a changed man. He was still a mob boss. The man behind the reason for his desperation to have an he
