I Found My Boyfriend Signing As Another Woman’s Husband Chapter 09

I Found My Boyfriend Signing As Another Woman’s Husband Chapter 09

Two months passed.

Caleb was unrecognizable.

The once polished project director was now gaunt, unshaven, his clothes hanging off him like they didn’t

belong.

He found me again.

This time, he blocked my path on my way home from work. He held out a bank card, his fingers trembling.

“Clara… this is everything I have. 3.2 million dollars. Consider it what I owe you.”

I stopped, but didn’t take it. “Caleb, what you owed me… that child already paid for it. We’re even now.”

His eyes reddened as he tried to grab my arm. I stepped aside.

That was when it finally hit him.

My calm wasn’t anger. It wasn’t playing hard to get. I wasn’t waiting for him to come back.

He was simply no longer part of my world.

He stood there, the card slipping from his hand. He didn’t even have the strength to bend down and pick it up.

Then everything went wrong.

A black sedan came speeding down the street from the far end. Too fast. Way too fast.

It was coming straight at me.

Kaylee was behind the wheel.

After Caleb cut her off financially, she had completely snapped. Her once delicate face was twisted beyond

recognition. She gripped the wheel, slammed the gas, and screamed, “Clara Winslow, go to hell!”

Across the street, Julian had just stepped out of a bookstore. The moment he saw what was happening,

everything in his hands hit the ground.

He ran. “Clara! Move!”

But he was too far away.

Caleb was closer.

In that split second, he didn’t think.

He lunged forward, shoved both hands against my shoulders, and threw me hard toward the sidewalk.

The car hit him.

The impact was deafening.

His body slammed onto the hood, rolled across the windshield, then crashed onto the asphalt.

Blood spread beneath him, fast and dark.

The car smashed into a streetlight. The front end crumpled inward. Kaylee was knocked unconscious by the

airbag, her forehead mangled, the steering wheel crushed into her abdomen.

The baby she carried was gone in that instant.

I collapsed onto the sidewalk.

Julian reached me and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. Through the space between his arms, I

saw Caleb lying in the pool of blood not far away.

He struggled to turn his head. His vision was blurred with blood, but he still tried to look at me.

When he saw I was safe, held in Julian’s arms, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Then his eyes closed.

I recognized that smile.

Three years ago, when he carried me two blocks to the hospital, he smiled just like that. Like as long as I was okay, nothing else mattered.

The ambulance arrived.

In the hospital hallway, the emergency room doors slammed shut.

I sat on the bench outside, his blood still on my clothes.

Julian sat beside me, holding my hand, saying nothing.

The doors opened.

The doctor pulled off his mask and shook his head. “He’s alive. But the nerve damage in his legs is severe. He may never walk again.”