Chapter 2 - The Walls Close In
Three days later, Elena woke up in the ICU. The sunlight filtering through the blinds felt harsh. Her body felt shattered, but her mind was sharper than it had been in years.
Preston walked in. He looked haggard, his suit wrinkled, his eyes frantic. "Elena, thank god. You don't know how scared I was. The complicationsâit was a freak occurrence, the nurses, theyâ"
"Stop," Elena rasped. Her voice was thin, but it held the weight of a gavel.
"Elena, listenâ"
"I heard you, Preston. 'Turn off the epidural.' 'I'll decide how this baby is delivered.' I remember every word." She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She looked at him with a terrifying indifference. "You aren't my husband. Youâre a liability."
Preston recoiled. "I did it for us. Khloe saidâ"
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"Khloe is an intern who wanted to climb the ladder by stepping on my neck, and you were a husband who was too blinded by your own narcissism to see the truth. You practiced malpractice, Preston. And I am Chief of Emergency Medicine. I know exactly how to document a crime."
The realization hit Preston: this wasn't just a marital argument. This was a professional execution.
