Broken Yet Untouched by Mark Twain 3
Chapter 3
I woke up again in a dim, run-down hospital room I didn’t recognize.
Estelle was sitting across from me.
I tried to sit up, but the effects of the sedative hadn’t worn off.
She chuckled. “Don’t look at me like that. I just told Nathan that Ricky had a nosebleed, and he panicked. He didn’t even wait for your daughter to wake up. He brought us straight to this private clinic and scheduled the transplant.
“Getting up now won’t change anything. She’s already in the operating
room.”
A wave of fury and panic threatened to drown me.
But I knew I had to stay calm. My daughter had only me now.
“It’s illegal!”
Estelle laughed until tears gathered in her eyes. “The consent form was signed by her father. Oh, you didn’t know, did you? The only reason Nathan married you and had Veronica in the first place was that I was left so weak after giving birth to Ricky, and he was born with leukemia.
“He married you because it broke his heart to see me in pain. You were nothing but a backup plan for Ricky’s treatment!
“Did you really believe you deserved that life-the artist’s glamorous wife -while I was stuck with a man who had nothing?”
Her eyes blazed with jealousy as she spoke.
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“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll sign those divorce papers quickly. Or do you really think I can’t convince Nathan to drain every last drop of blood from your brain-damaged daughter if I want to?”
A sharp, suffocating pain spread from my heart through my entire body.
Memories flashed before my eyes-Nathaniel crying tears of joy at our wedding, hitting his head hard enough to draw blood when we found out I was pregnant, asking me if it was a dream.
Those fragments were what had sustained me through all the hardship.
They were all lies.
A hatred solidified inside me. I felt the reassuring presence of the recorder I had hidden in my sleeve, hoping its battery had lasted through the long hours.
I spoke to Estelle. “There’s a signed divorce agreement in my bag. Get Nathaniel to sign it, and I’ll disappear from his life.
“I just want my daughter to be safe.”
Estelle opened the bedside drawer.
Her face lit up with triumph.
She grabbed the papers and hurried out of the room.
I didn’t know what story she would spin to get Nathaniel’s signature.
But no one besides my lawyer and I would know the truth: by signing that agreement, Nathaniel would be left with nothing to his name.
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