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He’d taken a sledgehammer to her heart.
She couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Flying out of the double doors of the hospital, she ran straight into one of the doctors, knocking his folder to the floor.
“Sorry,” she gasped, her mind a riot of confusion as she bent down to pick up the file.
He bent down at the same time, looked directly into her tear-stained face. “Are you okay?”
She straightened up. “I’m fine,” she replied, clasping a hand over her heart, hoping to still her heartbeat.
“You don’t look so well,” the doctor remarked. “Let me get you a glass of water—”
“No,” she replied, forcing the breaths to still in her chest. “I’m fine. I was visiting … a friend.” She attempted a smile. “It was the shock of seeing him.” She tried to pull herself together, but it still hurt. He’d stabbed every vital organ in her body, and she was starting to shut down.
“Some visits can be like that.”
“I wasn’t prepared for the shock,” she told him. Only when she was outside the hospital, did she stop by a wall to catch her breath.
A pity fuck?
Her mind was in disarray, and a montage of their entire time together suddenly flashed into her head.
It hadn’t been like that.It hadn’t.
Luke had ripped her heart away with his cruel words. He’d spoken with so much vitriol, that she had felt physically attacked.
It took a few moments for her to collect herself, before she could walk towards her car, get in, and drive away.
Chapter 31
“How are you feeling?” Marie asked.
Like shit.“I’ve never felt better.”
Marie gave him a sad smile.
“Quit looking at me like that,” he said slowly. “Like you feel sorry for me.”
“Me? Feel sorry for you?” She quirked an eyebrow, but he knew her. Knew she was concerned. “How was the surgery?” she asked.
“Better than sex.”
She glowered at him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
He closed his eyes, and smiled. He wasn’t sure why he said that. The nausea had subsided, and the effects of the general anesthetic were starting to wear off. Even the surgical site wasn’t that painful, but the nurse had warned him that it would feel tight as the skin healed.
“What time did Kay leave?”
“Soon after she got here.” He opened his eyes to take in Marie’s response.
“Why? What did you do?” she asked in a disapproving voice.
“Just told her a few home truths.”
Marie angled her head, looking distinctly annoyed. “What did you do?” she asked carefully, as if he’d left an explosive device in a public area.
“Told her what she needed to hear.”
Marie shook her head. “You upset her, didn’t you?”
