I Found My Boyfriend Signing As Another Woman’s Husband Chapter 10

I Found My Boyfriend Signing As Another Woman’s Husband Chapter 10

Kaylee spent three days in the ICU.

When she finally woke up, two police officers were waiting at her bedside.

Intentional vehicular assault. Attempted murder.

The baby she had been carrying was gone. Her last bargaining chip, gone.

She screamed hysterically from the hospital bed, insisting she had been forced into it, that it was all Caleb’s

fault, that she was a victim too.

No one listened.

Her father, the retired professor she had always used as her shield, learned the truth and said only one

sentence in front of everyone in the room.

“I don’t have a daughter.”

Then he turned and walked out. His back was hunched, his steps unsteady. He never looked back.

The day Kaylee was transferred, handcuffs were locked around her wrists.

There was nothing soft or innocent left in her face. Only something hollow and ugly, stripped of every last

layer of pretense.

Caleb stayed in intensive care for half a month. When he woke up, the nurse told him he would never walk

again.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely numb.

I went to see him once. The last time.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors.

He turned his head to look at me. Those once arrogant eyes now looked like dry, abandoned wells.

“Clara.” His voice was hoarse, barely audible. “I always thought I had time. Now I can’t go anywhere… and

you don’t want me anymore.”

I stood at the foot of the bed and didn’t take a single step closer.

“That’s right. You saved my life, so I forgive you for everything you did to me.”

He closed his eyes. A tear slipped down from the corner of one eye.

I knew the word forgiveness was crueler than any insult.

Because it meant I didn’t even care enough to hate him anymore.

The room stayed silent for a long time, long enough for the shadows of the trees outside the window to shift

from the foot of the bed to the head.

He kept staring at the ceiling, his throat moving as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, in a rough whisper, he said, “Okay. I wish you happiness.”

I turned and walked out.

The hallway was filled with warm sunlight.

I took a deep breath. The weight that had been pressing on my chest for three years finally shattered.

Julian was waiting for me outside the hospital.

He didn’t ask what I had said to Caleb. He took my bag and opened the car door for me.

“Mia’s been asking for your baby back ribs,” he said. “She won’t stop talking about them.”

I got into the car and glanced at his hands on the steering wheel. Strong, clean, steady.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go home.