A Marriage Crushed by the Flood

After returning to the hospital room, we found that Donavan had removed Nathalia's number from his blacklist.

There was a message from him.

[Don't cause trouble at Victor's workplace. Go home right now!]

I looked at the message on the screen, and my fingers flew across the keys as I typed a response.

[We are about to get divorced. Where I am is none of your concern. See you at the Family Court in three days.]

In the following three days, Donavan disappeared without a word.

Not a single attempt to reconcile.

Meanwhile, Kelsie's social media was filled with updates.

In her latest post, empty wine bottles cluttered the table.

It was followed by the caption: [When you are happy, I'm behind you. When you are sad, I'm by your side.]

In the corner of the photo, Donavan's bare shoulder was visible, with ambiguous red marks on his skin.

I felt nauseous.

The discomfort surpassed even the pain of having my stitches removed.

I handed the phone to Nathalia. After reading it, she sneered in disdain.

"No wonder he hasn't returned to the hospital since the rescue ended. He's been busy. Looks like the three of them finally seized their opportunity!"

She turned off the phone, and we both started packing to leave the hospital.

As we stepped out of the ward, Donavan called.

"Where is Veronica? Why isn't she answering my calls? Is she with you? Give her the phone!

"The house is a mess, and instead of cleaning up, why is she out messing around?"

Nathalia burst into a cold laugh. "Messing around? And you have the nerve to say..."

Before she could finish, the call was abruptly cut off.

We didn't think much of it and continued heading out to finalize the discharge procedures.

Once done, we were about to hail a taxi when Donavan suddenly rushed past us, carrying Kelsie in his arms.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, his voice seething with suppressed anger.

"Veronica, you've truly disappointed me this time! We'll settle this later."

Only then did I notice blood streaming from Kelsie's hand.

Before I could get a better look, Donavan had already dashed inside the hospital.

Victor, sweating heavily, followed closely behind, directing Donavan toward the emergency room.

Neither of them even glanced at our now-flat bellies.

Nathalia's eyes flared with rage as she scolded, "Disappointed? How dare he say that? If we don't settle things face-to-face today, we're not leaving!"

Rolling up her sleeves, she spun around, heading back into the hospital.

Realizing that I needed them to sign the divorce papers, I followed.

But as soon as we reached the emergency room, Victor stopped us.

His face darkened with anger the moment he saw me.

"Donavan was just helping Kelsie clean up her house. Why did you have to go after him? Were you planning to commit murder? He said you were being unreasonable, and I didn't believe it. But now I think he's right about it!"

Upon hearing his baseless accusations, Nathalia charged forward and slapped Victor across the face.

Infuriated, Victor bellowed, "You hit me? Are you crazy? This is my workplace!"

With that, he shoved her hard in the chest.

Nathalia staggered back, falling heavily to the ground.

Victor immediately realized the mistake and went pale with fear.

His gaze landed on her belly.

At that moment, the emergency room door opened, and Donavan stormed toward me, his face contorted with fury.

Before I could say anything, he lashed out, slapping me across the face with hospital discharge papers.

The sharp edge of the paper left cuts on my skin, and blood began to bead along the lines.

"Didn't I tell you that I was only working? I saved so many women during the flood. Do you plan to visit each one's house and start a fight? Do you even realize that trespassing is illegal? Do you know that tracking my location is an invasion of privacy?"

Before I could respond, Victor pointed at my belly with a trembling finger.

"Donavan, the baby… is gone."