Seven Years Of Rain Stopped The Day I Signed The Consent Chapter 09

Seven Years Of Rain Stopped The Day I Signed The Consent Chapter 09

After the project wrapped, I went back to Seattle.

Using my savings and the bonus I had tucked away years ago, I opened a small engineering design studio. My days became busy, grounded, and full.

Adrian still had not signed the papers.

He returned to Seattle too, but anyone could see him falling apart.

I heard he had kicked Chloe out of that apartment, canceled every authorized-user credit card he had given her, and even used his connections to make sure she couldn’t find work in Seattle.

But I did not care at all.

That afternoon, I went to a building materials yard to look at samples.

I had just reached the entrance of a stone supplier when the crane overhead suddenly let out a sharp, splitting screech.

A bundle of marble slabs, weighing several hundred pounds, came crashing down from midair.

“Watch out!”

Before I could react, someone lunged at me and shoved me out of the way.

With a deafening crash, the slabs smashed into the ground, sending shards flying everywhere.

I fell onto a nearby pile of sand. When I turned back in shock, Adrian was lying in a pool of blood.

His right leg was pinned under a broken slab, and blood spread across the ground almost instantly.

People around us screamed.

I got up, brushed the sand off my clothes, and walked over to him.

His face was pale, cold sweat beading across his forehead, but he kept staring at me and forced out a smile.

“Evelyn… are you okay?”

I took out my phone and called 911.

“Building materials yard, Section A. A man was hit by falling stone slabs. His right leg may be fractured. Please send an ambulance.”

After I hung up, I looked at him.

“Were you following me?”

Adrian sucked in a sharp breath from the pain. Trembling, he reached out as if to grab my pant leg.

“I just… wanted to see you. Evelyn, I took that hit for you. Can we call it even now?”

His eyes were full of hope.

As if one staged sacrifice could buy back even a sliver of my mercy.

I crouched down and looked into his eyes.

“Adrian, do you think saving me once means I should fall at your feet and forgive you?”

He froze.

“Seven years ago, I had acute gastroenteritis and was curled up on the floor in pain. You were with Chloe while she had a wisdom tooth removed.”

“Three years ago, I fractured a bone in an accident and took myself to the hospital for a cast. You were fixing a leak in Chloe’s apartment.”

“Last month, I was carrying your child when I miscarried in the rain. You were at the beach, draping your jacket over Chloe.”

With every sentence I spoke, more color drained from Adrian’s face.

“And now you break one leg and expect all of that to disappear?”

“Adrian, your life counts, but my child’s didn’t?”

The ambulance siren drew closer.

The rescue crew and paramedics rushed over with a stretcher, moved the slab, and lifted him onto it.

Adrian gripped the edge of the stretcher, his eyes fixed on me.

“Is anyone riding with him?” a paramedic asked.

“I’m not family.”

I took one step back.

“Take him.”

Adrian’s hand loosened.

The stretcher was pushed into the ambulance. Just as the doors closed, I saw him cover his face, his shoulders shaking hard as a broken, hopeless sob escaped him.

That night, Adrian’s attorney contacted me.

“Ms. Hart, Mr. Whitmore has signed the divorce agreement. He has agreed to all of your terms.”