The Day He Proposed, the Day He Picked Her Up, the Day I Threw Away the Baby Chapter 08

The Day He Proposed, the Day He Picked Her Up, the Day I Threw Away the Baby Chapter 08

I recovered quickly and was discharged the next day.

Garrett hadn’t left all night. He stayed beside my hospital bed the entire time.

Before I could even tell him to leave, the hospital room door suddenly swung open.

Tristan walked in carrying a bouquet of flowers, looking far too pleased with himself.

I’d been planning to get even with him. Just seeing that smug look on his face made me want to punch him.

Instead, Garrett beat me to it.

The second he saw Tristan, he lunged at him. And promptly got hit back even harder.

The hospital room exploded into chaos.

I was completely stunned.

In the end, it was the patient in the next bed who pressed the call button, and several nurses rushed in to pull them apart.

It was so awkward I wanted to sink into the floor.

I apologized profusely to the nurses and the patient next door, then hurried out.

The two of them followed right behind me.

Garrett wiped blood from his nose and reached for my hand.

“Cassidy, let’s go home.”

Before he could touch me, Tristan slapped his hand away and stepped in front of me, his tone cold and sharp.

“Keep your filthy hands off her. Some man you are. Pathetic.”

Garrett stared at me, like he was waiting for me to defend him.

Honestly, I thought Tristan had a point. So I said nothing.

Garrett’s gaze dimmed. Then he stepped forward again. “Let go of her. She’s my wife.”

Tristan immediately pulled me behind him.

“Weren’t you the one who said it was all just to get your families off your backs?”

Then he turned, took my hand, and announced, “No more pretending from now on. She’s my girlfriend.”

“What?” I shot him a glare.

He shot me a wink.

I shut up immediately. Besides, I really did want to escape this painfully awkward situation.

When Garrett realized I wasn’t denying it, he lost it completely and raised his fist, about to charge at Tristan again.

I stepped directly in front of Garrett.

He paused. His eyes welled up. His voice shook. “You’re… protecting him?”

I let out a cold laugh. “What else would I do?”

He staggered back half a step, looking like he could barely stay upright.

His breathing turned rough, and when he spoke again, it almost sounded like pleading.

“No… no. Don’t say that just to hurt me. I know I screwed up. I’ll apologize.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear. You can’t be with him…”

“Why not?” I cut him off and tilted my head toward the man behind me. “I think he’s better than you.”

Garrett couldn’t get another word out. He stood there frozen, like he’d been hollowed out.

I knew exactly how humiliated and ashamed he felt in that moment. But I didn’t pity him.

Because at that reunion, I had been in his exact shoes.

Now he was only getting a taste of his own medicine.

I took Tristan’s hand and walked away without looking back.