After the divorce, I became someone he couldn't afford to be with.

In my haze, I heard the doctors using my phone to call my emergency contact—Finn.

Not a single call was answered.

"What kind of husband is this? His wife is getting an abortion, going under the knife, and he won't even pick up?"

"It's New Year's Eve, for God's sake. Does he have any conscience?"

"If something goes wrong and we need a signature, what then?"

The doctors were sweating with anxiety, but something inside me kept holding on.

Maybe God took pity on me. In the end, the bleeding stopped.

When I opened my eyes, the surgery was over. I could be discharged the same day.

After entrusting Dr. Reynolds with a few things, I dragged my battered body to get my medication and pay the bills myself.

In the lobby, I ran into Finn and Kate.

Her neck was covered in hickeys. He tried to explain.

"Katie suddenly had an allergic reaction. I was just getting her some medicine."

"Bella, why didn't you tell me you were coming? Did you even eat the New Year's dinner?"

He was blaming me—for almost ruining his fun.

But I no longer had the heart to argue.

I said nothing and walked straight toward the exit.

Finn tried to follow, but Kate stopped him.

"Finn, we still have to check the pharmacy storeroom..."

I walked faster and didn't hear the rest.

My ID was in my hand. I didn't want to bring a single thing from that house.

I hailed a cab and went straight to the airport.

Mom, Dad—your daughter is coming to spend New Year with you.

After sending the message, I turned off my phone and boarded the plane.

After Finn and Kate finished in the pharmacy storeroom, he still wanted to know why Isabella had come to the hospital.

A bad feeling crept over him. Just as he was about to call her, her surgeon approached.

"Dr. Gilbert, Miss Henson asked me to give you these—her divorce agreement and abortion report."