Page 174 of Bound By Crimson
He was gone.
He hadn’t just ruined her name.
He had erased her.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Just to Take It All Away
She ended the call and just sat there.
Not crying.
Not moving.
Not breathing, not really.
There was a pressure in her chest—like a scream trapped beneath her ribs. It pushed upward, crushed her throat, clawed at her lungs—but it wouldn’t come out.
She couldn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
Her hands were shaking so badly the phone almost slipped from her lap.
What is happening.
Her breath came too fast, too shallow.
Her vision blurred, but not from tears—from sheer, suffocating panic.
This wasn’t real.
This couldn’t be real.
He said he loved me.
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Her chest heaved. She curled forward, pressing her hand to her stomach, to her heart, to anything that might keep her from falling apart.
Just days ago, she was waiting for him to come home.
She did suspect there was another woman. The late-night calls he would take. The way he smiled at his phone. The way he stopped looking at her like he used to. The note.
But with the gravity of everything she just found out, worrying about another woman seemed mild in comparison.
Because now—
Now the world thought she didn’t exist.
No. Worse.
The world thought she lied. That she faked the pregnancy.
That she used him.
And he was the one who told them to believe it.
