Chapter 2 - The Night She Hemorrhaged
Sabrina took one slow, deliberate step closer to him. She kept her newborn tucked safely against her chest, her small body shielding the child from his presence. Her gaze didn't flinch. Her expression was completely frozen with icy, quiet anger.
"You lied to me for months..." Sabrina said, her voice dropping into a calm, lethal register. "And you left me alone when I was hemorrhaging."
Vincent’s confident facade began to crack. The slight arrogant tilt of his head vanished. His jaw tightened sharply, and the color drained from his lips as sheer guilt and rising panic took over his handsome features.
"It’s not what it looks like, I swear..." Vincent stammered, lowering his voice in a desperate attempt to sound reasonable. "Please, just listen to me."
On the floor between them lay the folded financial statement. The bright yellow highlighter marker blazed against the white paper, clearly marking a charge for a luxury penthouse suite at the Grand Regency, alongside two glasses of vintage champagne—timestamped at precisely 2:14 AM on the exact night Sabrina was fighting for her life in emergency surgery.
Vincent stooped down frantically, reaching out his hand to grab the incriminating paper from the rug. But Sabrina didn't even watch him bend over. She turned her back on him with absolute detachment, her eyes set firmly on the doorway.
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"Sabrina, please don't do this..." Vincent whispered, his voice trembling as he held the paper in his hand.
👉 Read PART 3 to see who was waiting on the other side of the front door!
