“I’ll do anything,” he rasped, pulling her tighter. “Just don’t leave me.”
Panic flared in her chest.
“I told you—I don’t want anything to do with you!” she snapped, forcing her hands between their bodies, shoving against his arms with all her strength.
He only tightened his grip.
Her breath came fast and shallow as with a sharp burst of strength, she twisted sharply, finally wrenching herself free. She stumbled back a step and glared at him, her chest heaving.
“We are over!” she said fiercely. “Why don’t you understand that?”
Her voice cracked—not weak, but furious.
“You had five years,” she continued. “Five years to make things right. And you didn’t. Because I was never worth it to you.” Her eyes burned. “But now I have my own life. I have a husband. And I’m not going to betray him.”
She took a hard breath.
“We’re divorced. I’m married to another man.”
She turned on her heel and stormed toward the door.
“Mia!”
She didn’t stop.
Behind her, James’s restraint finally snapped.
“I’m not going to leave you alone, Mia,” he growled.
She halted and turned slowly.
James stood there, staring at her like a man unhinged, his jaw tight, anger burning through the grief.
“You’re going to come back to me,” he growled. “I don’t care what it takes. You’re my wife. You will never belong to another man as long as I am alive!”
Mia’s eyes hardened.
“That will never happen,” she replied calmly, irritation cutting through her voice like steel.
Then she turned and walked out of there.
Outside the hospital, the cool air hit her face. She didn’t slow down as she pushed through the doors, her hands trembling slightly as adrenaline drained from her body.
She reached into her bag and pulled out her ringing phone.
Alexander.
His name flashed on the screen.
She hesitated, conflict tightening her chest.
‘Should I pick up? Will he be angry?’
Taking a steady breath, she answered the call.
“Where are you?” Alexander asked immediately, his voice tight with worry. “You left the office early today?”
She closed her eyes briefly.
