Tonight, Her Love Ended novel Chapter 1

"Ms. Clarke, we need to perform a D&C immediately. Has your family arrived yet?"

Nova Clarke sat in the wheelchair, staring at the blood beneath her, then down at her phone, losing track of how many times the nurse had rushed her.

From the moment she was pinned inside the mangled car to when she was rushed to the emergency room, she had called Tristan Forrester over thirty times. Every single call had gone straight to a mechanical busy signal.

Early that morning, she had taken a cab to the prenatal checkup, only for her vehicle to be T-boned by a red Maserati and knocked off the bridge into the river.

The driver of the Maserati was immediately whisked away by a private team to the hospital. She alone was left behind, unable to reach Tristan. She soaked in the freezing river for two agonizing hours before rescue workers finally pulled her out.

The price of her survival was premature rupture of membranes. The baby in her womb had long since lost its heartbeat.

Nova's tears had already run dry; she couldn't cry even if she wanted to.

"Ms. Clarke?"

Nova snapped back to reality. She was covered in dirt and blood, her lower half a mess of amniotic fluid and gore, looking utterly wretched.

Her lips trembled as she clung to her last shred of dignity. "My husband might be busy. Can I just sign the consent forms myself?"

"I'm sorry, but you also have a mild concussion. You'll need bed rest and observation after the procedure. We absolutely must have a family member present to sign off before we can proceed. Why don't you try calling him again?"

"Okay. I'll try again."

Nova watched the nurse walk away. She grabbed her long black puffer coat, pulled it on, and stood up, intending to find another hospital that wouldn't require a family member's signature.

As she slipped her phone into her pocket, her fingers brushed against her ultrasound printout from yesterday.

Back then, her baby was still alive.

Stepping out of the room, Nova overheard two nurses whispering in the hall. "Do you know who's in the VIP suite next door?"

"Who?"

"Yvette, the heiress to the Sellers family! She's won major awards in finance, racing, and tech. She's a literal genius who even participated in a national-level research project recently! I even asked her for an autograph!"

"Wow, really? Why is she here? Is she hurt or sick? If anything happened to her, it'd be a huge loss!"

"She rear-ended someone near the overpass this morning in her red Maserati. Just got a few scratches. But her boyfriend was totally freaking out—he rushed over the second the accident happened, brought her in through the VIP channel, and hasn't left her side."

Hearing about the driver responsible for her accident, Nova stopped dead in her tracks. Then came the fatal blow:

"Do you know who her boyfriend is? Tristan Forrester, the CEO of Forrester Group! That red Maserati was actually a birthday gift from him..."

The two nurses' voices faded down the corridor.

Nova's grip on her phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.

The driver was Yvette Sellers. Her boyfriend—the man who bought her the very car that caused the crash—was Tristan Forrester.

She had never imagined that her husband was cheating on her. What was even crueler was that his mistress had driven the sports car he bought her and killed their unborn baby.

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