Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
EMBERLYNNE
The fog in my brain clouds everything, making me question what’s real and what isn’t.
Exhaustion seeps into my bones, draining what little strength I have left.
A strange, unsettling feeling churns in my stomach as I stare at my husband’s best man from our wedding, wearing an MC kutte and calling Londyn, baby.
I need answers, but before I can press for an explanation, an intense pain rips through my stomach, causing me to cry out.
“Ember, please, we have to get you to the hospital!” Londyn pleads, her voice shaking with fear as she rushes to my side, reaching to help me off the bed.
“Don’t touch me!” I snap, my voice strained, yet sharp.
Gritting my teeth, I edge closer to the side of the bed, refusing to look at her.
I know I’ll see anguish, regret, and maybe even love in her eyes, but right now, I need my anger.
It’s the only thing that keeps me from completely falling apart as she tries to help me.
I catch a glimpse of Fury standing in the corner, his usual cockiness gone, reduced to cowering like a scared little bitch.
After all this chaos, he’s the one shrinking back into a corner.
The tension in the room is suffocating, and I need to get out of here.
Beads of sweat break out across my skin as my breathing grows shallow, but I’m still desperate for the answers I more than likely won’t get.
With the last ounce of strength I have, I plant my feet on the floor and grip the nightstand, slowly pulling myself up.
My legs shake, barely able to support me and I double over, gasping for air.
The room spins, walls closing in, as darkness creeps at the edges of my vision.
My knees buckle beneath me, but when Londyn steps forward again, I jerk away, swaying on my feet.
Call it pride, call me insane, or call it something else, but in this moment, the sting of betrayal is stronger than the physical pain I’m feeling.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the rescue but with this pain colliding with my confusion, I don’t know who I can trust.
The effort of trying to do this on my own sends a wave of nausea through me.
Malcolm rushes over and the small bit of strength I had left vanishes.
My legs finally give out, but he’s there, catching me before I hit the floor.
Scooping me into his arms, he rushes outside, yelling commands at someone, though I can’t make out who.
I’m placed inside a vehicle, Londyn scrambling in beside me.
She clings to me, pleading for me to stay with her.
But I don’t want to. It’s all too much; the lies, the pain, the betrayal, and the unbearable thought of losing my baby.
I try to picture Silas, devastated if I don’t make it, but even that isn’t enough for me to hold on.
I surrender to the exhaustion, letting the darkness pull me under as everything fades to black.