He Cheated For Three Years And Asked Me To Save Her Baby Chapter 05

He Cheated For Three Years And Asked Me To Save Her Baby Chapter 05

Calloway stood there, his mind going blank.

The phone stayed pressed to his ear.

Nurses, carts, and families moved through the hallway around him.

Slowly, he lowered the phone.

The screen was still lit.

His lock screen was a photo of him and Blythe.

He stared at it for a long time.

For the first time, the picture looked obscene.

I woke up three days later.

The first person I saw was Calloway.

He sat beside my bed, his eyes full of red veins. Stubble shadowed his jaw, and his shirt was

wrinkled.

The moment he saw my eyes open, his whole body loosened.

“You’re awake.”

He reached out to touch my face.

I turned my head away.

His hand froze in the air.

“The doctor said you hemorrhaged after the procedure,” he said, his voice rough. “You need to

rest.”

“As for the baby… we can talk about that later.”

I didn’t speak.

He took my hand.

“Why would you do that?”

“I almost…”

He stopped.

“Almost what?”

I looked at him, my voice flat.

“Almost lost me?”

He choked on the words.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“My bone marrow went to her. Everything went to her.

His hand trembled.

“That doesn’t mean you get to gamble with your life. Do you know what it felt like when I got that

call?”

“What were you doing when you got that call?”

I cut him off.

“Waiting for Blythe to come out of surgery?”

His mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

I pulled my hand back.

“Calloway.”

“I’ve already signed the divorce papers.”

“When I’m discharged, we’re going to the courthouse.”

He sat there without moving.

“No.”

“I don’t want a divorce.”

He served her divorce papers. Her real family owns….

I almost laughed.

My mouth pulled at the corner, but tears fell first.

“You said you’d never let me suffer again. And look what you did.”

He lowered his head. His shoulders shook faintly.

It was the first time I had ever seen him like that:

“Maren, I’m sorry.”

He let out a breath.

“You should have told me you were pregnant.”

I pushed him away.

“I wanted to tell you.”

“But before I could, you told me Blythe was pregnant.”

“Can you even tell which baby mattered more?”

He lifted his head and looked at me.

His eyes were rimmed red.

“I don’t think I could.”

“I don’t know what I feel for her anymore.”

“But when you were lying in the ICU, I realized…”

He paused.

As if once he said the next words, he could never take them back.

“I realized I can’t lose you.”

I closed my eyes.

All I could see was the past five years.

His back at the stove while he made breakfast.

His arms around me as he said, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

The night he knelt on one knee and slid a ring onto my finger.

The Calloway who promised he would never let me suffer again.

And the Calloway who told me Blythe was the woman he loved most.

They were the same man.

I opened my eyes.

“Do you know what I thought about while I was in emergency surgery?”

He shook his head.

“I thought…”

“If you had never pulled me out of that crowd at the courthouse back then…”

“That would have been better.”

His hands shook harder.

“I loved you,” I said.

“But Calloway, love can die.’

His eyes went red as he shook his head.

“No.”

“It can’t.”

“You can hate me. Hit me. Curse me. Take revenge however you

“But you can’t stop loving me.”

want.

He held both my hands and pressed his forehead against the back of them.

Hot tears fell onto my fingers.

“Maren.”

“Tell me what to do.”

“What do I have to do for you to give me one more chance?”