Our Wedding Was Ruined and I Found a Husband `16

Laila’s POV 

The world tipped sideways. 

Rilley’s words just kept looping in my skull, broken–record style, like the universe had picked the ugliest song and pressed repeat Ava collapsed Rushed to the hospital 

I don’t remember dropping the phone. Don’t remember shoving Jason back or cutting through that ballroom with eyes on me like I’d lost my damn mind. Next thing I knew I was in my car, tires screaming down the street, my heart hammering inside my chest like my ribs couldn’t hold it in. 

Collapsed Resuscitated 

The words circled like vultures, each pass squeezing my lungs tighter. A noose, that’s what it felt like. A slow, choking noose. 

Not Ava. Please God, not my baby. 

I knew her condition was slipping Doctors had their polite way of saying it–cautiously optimistic, let’s wait, let’s schedule. But I saw it. I saw it in her face every morning, that ghost–pale look, that too–old exhaustion on a six–year–old 

I should’ve screamed at them sooner. I should’ve forced their hand. Should’ve ripped the red tape to shreds instead of nodding along with “assessments” and “timelines.” 

The parking garage blurred, lights streaking as I swerved. No spot? Fine. I ditched the car in a loading zone and ran, beels biting, lungs on fire. 

The pediatric wing felt like it was on the other side of the damn planet. 

“Malam–you can’t-“a security guard tried, stepping into my parin. 

“My daughter, ” I gasped, still running, almost barreling him over “Ava Morrison Emergency surgery.” 

He stepped aside real quick Smart man. 

The elevator was torture. Every ding another eternity while my brain conjured the worst possible scenes: her little beart flaclining machines falling, doctors shaking their heads. 

When the doors finally opened, Pilley was there. Mascara streaks, hair a mess, hands trembling. She looked wrecked. Which meant this was every bit as bad as I feared. 

“Thank God,” she sobbed, hugging me so tight it hurt. She smelled like disinfectant and terror. “They’ve been in there two hours.” 

“Two hours?” My legs just quit on me. Riley caught me before I collapsed, like how I had thought only actors ever did in movies. She dragged me into one of those plastic chairs hospitals bulk–ordered by the thousands. 

“What happened?” My voice was thin. Shredded. 

“She was just…. playing Laughing Coloring those princess pages she loves. Then she just dropped.” Riley’s 

voice cracked. “The purses said cardiac arrest.” 

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Chapter 16 

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Cardiac arrest. My six–year–old. My baby’s heart stopped. 

The guilt ripped me open. While she was fighting to breathe, I was dancing with Jason Bradshaw, smiling like some polished businesswoman, pretending my world wasn’t already cracking apart. 

“They got her back,” Riley rushed, reading my face. “Her heart’s beating again, but they had to rush her into surgery. The defect–something about repairing it before it happens again.” 

“How long?” I croaked. 

“Three hours now.” 

I closed my eyes and prayed. Me. The girl who hadn’t believed in anything since the night I packed my life into a duffel and ran. But desperation will drag prayers out of anyone. 

Please. Take anything else. Just not her. 

Four endless hours later, Dr. Martinez came out. Scrubs wrinkled, face worn, carrying that look doctors wear when they’ve got good news stapled to bad news. 

“She’s stable,” he said first, thank God, and my body almost slid off the chair with relief. “We repaired the worst damage, but…” 

There’s always a but. Always. 

“Her condition’s more complicated. The defect isn’t singular. Multiple components. Extra damage we missed. before.” 

“What does that mean?” My voice was hollow. 

“It means more surgery. Soon. Weeks, maybe less. And even then… recovery will be long. Months.” 

Another knife. More risks. More time with her tiny body on a table, cut open, fighting. 

“Can I see her?” 

“She’s moving to ICU. You can go in an hour.” 

When he left, I shattered. Sobbed ugly, body–wracking sobs that rattled those plastic chairs. I didn’t care who saw. Riley rubbed my back, whispering comfort, but none of it could reach me. 

“She’s strong,” Riley said softly. “She’s a fighter. Just like her mom.” 

“She shouldn’t have to fight this hard,” I choked. “She’s six. She should be arguing about homework, or if her Barbie shoes match. Not whether her heart keeps beating.” 

“I know,” Riley said gently. “But she’s got the best doctors, the best care—” 

“That’s not enough.” It came out sharp, too sharp, but true. “Her blood type is rare as hell. They’re already struggling to keep enough units for her. And the surgeons are whispering about bringing in specialists because they’re not sure they can handle it.” 

Silence stretched between us. Then Riley said the words I’d been dreading. 

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“Jason’s blood type might match hers. Alpha blood runs rare. If they’re related…” 

“No.” My voice sliced the air clean in half. 

“Nessa, think–he could donate, it could save 

“I said no.” The command rolled out before I could stop it. Alpha steel in my voice, sharp and heavy after years of burying it. Riley froze, hands up. 

“Okay. But why? If it could help Ava—” 

“Because if Jason finds out, he’ll come for her. Custody, visitation, politics. You know what happens to kids like her in this world. Bastards become bargaining chips. Targets.” 

That wasn’t even the worst of it. The real reason was heavier. Darker. I couldn’t admit it aloud. Couldn’t tell Riley about those nights Jason whispered things in the dark, things that made me think I mattered. That maybe it wasn’t just sex in secret corners. 

But he never claimed me in the light. Never showed anything outside those hidden hours. I was a shadow, a secret. Something to be tucked away, forgotten once Brittany and her shiny pedigree showed up. 

I had convinced myself long ago that he cared, that what we had was real. But I quickly learned just how replaceable I was. 

“Besides,” I added, voice steadier now, “he made his choice. Six years ago. He picked his fated mate. That’s it. End of story.” 

་་ 

Riley looked like she wanted to argue, but she swallowed it down. She knew. She was there when I packed that bag, when I walked away, when I cried myself hollow over a man who didn’t even look back. 

“What about the business side?” she asked quietly. “After tonight… after that dance…” 

I swallowed hard. I’d been dreading that question. The way Jason looked at me, studied me like I was a puzzle he already knew the answer to–he wasn’t letting this drop. 

“I’ll stall,” I said, though it tasted like ash. “Cancel meetings. Send intermediaries. Keep him at arm’s length until he gets bored.” 

“For how long?” 

“As long as it takes.” 

But even I didn’t believe it. Jason wasn’t bored. Not now. He’d caught scent, and he was circling closer. That dance proved it. That voice in my ear, saying that I felt familiar. He was too close. 

Maybe he’d get distracted. Maybe pack business would steal his focus, like always. Maybe he’d forget. 

That’s what I told myself. Over and over, sitting in that sterile hallway with the reek of disinfectant choking me, waiting to see my little girl hooked up to machines. 

Because the alternative–that Jason would keep pushing, keep digging until he uncovered the truth that would burn everything I’d built–was too much to face. Not when Ava needed me strong. Not when her life was hanging by a thread and I was the only shield she had.