The Price of a Heartbeat
Language: en
Twenty-eight-year-old Liam held me tight in his arms, his voice a low, coaxing whisper. "Hazel, let's have a baby. Please?" Thirty-five-year-old Liam, while I was fighting for my life in the hospital, was caught by paparazzi hooking up with his young secretary in the hospital's underground parking garage. Afterward, Liam sat in silence for a long time. He lit a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, his voice was chillingly calm. "Hazel, don't go making trouble for her. She's young. She doesn't know any better." "I'll compensate you." I looked at the miscarriage report on my…