I storm outside the hospital a few hours later, needing a breather, and my body trembles as nausea chokes me.
The surgery was a success. Doc is now informing Jas, and I just, fuck, I needed a minute, I needed air to fucking breathe.
She had my fucking kid and didn’t tell me.
Five years, I’ve missed five years and I…
My eyes burn, unshed tears wanting to fall, and I link my fingers behind my head, trying to take deep breaths.
Why? Why in the fuck did she do this?
Why did she leave?
Did she think I wouldn’t be a good enough father?
Did she not love me?
“Hi Logan,” a voice whispers behind me, and I swear to fuck, Lyndsey has chosen the wrong fucking day to fuck with me, “Have you got a minute?” she asks with a hint of a husk and my anger explodes.
Turning, I glare at the bitch wearing a short ass dress, too short for a woman her age if you’d ask me and I snap, “Have some self fucking respect and stop chasing after a guy twenty years younger than you, and fuck off before I call the cops!” causing her eyes to widen as I storm past the fucking woman and head back inside.
I need my questions answered, and the only way I’m going to have that is by confronting the woman who fucking tore my heart out and kept my kid from me.
I just have to tell myself not to cave in to her pain, to hold her accountable.
“Yeah, easier said than done.”
Chapter 10
Jasmine
I sniffle as I curl up on the chair and watch my daughter as she sleeps off the sedative while Doc stands near the door watching me completely tense.
He’s angry and rightfully so.
He knew I knew who he was when we met, and I kept my mouth shut, just like I'd ensured he believed I’d miscarried but I’d give him his due, he’s kept professional even though it was probably hard for him to do so knowing I kept his brother’s kid from him.
He probably hates me, just like Logan. Again, I can’t really blame them because every decision I’ve made thus far, I’m regretting.
I should have rantoLogan, notfromhim and now, there is no coming back…
“I thought I was doing the right thing,” I whisper into the quiet, the only sound you can hear is the beeping of my daughter's machine.
She had her appendix removed, right before it burst.
God, how did I not know she had appendicitis?
I feel like a shitty mother right now, like I’m failing at everything and I don’t know how to breathe anymore.
I keep messing up.
“Because of the person who attacked you?” he asks coldly, and I look at him, locking eyes with his judgmental ones.
“My name is Jasmine Williams,” I whisper, and he stands up straighter, recognizing the last name, and I nod and confirm his thoughts, “As in Terry Williams, the now senator who used to work under that slimeball.”
Finding out on the news that Senator Smith had disappeared made my day but seeing my father took over made me want to vomit.
“Fuck,” Doc chokes, and I look back at my daughter.
