Love Betrayed: A Heart's Agony

At the hospital, they rushed Grandma straight into the emergency room.

The doctor didn’t hold back. Her condition was critical. Given her age, there was less than a fifty percent chance she’d make it.

After confirming I was family, he urged me to contact her closest relatives immediately.

I tried Rosalie’s parents first, but both their phones were off.

With no other choice, I called Rosalie.

When someone answered, it wasn’t her voice I heard. It was Blake’s.

“Hello? Who’s this?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

“Where’s Rosalie?” I shot back, ignoring his question.

“Mrs. Lane’s busy tonight. Call back tomorrow,” he replied, ready to brush me off.

Just as Blake was about to hang up, I heard Rosalie’s voice in the background, muffled but unmistakable.

“Blake, I’m done with my shower. Who’s on the phone?”

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s not get distracted…”

The call cut off, leaving me with nothing but a cold dial tone.

Given the time of night and the way she spoke, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were up to.

My anger flared, but I forced it down and dialed again.

Blake answered, his tone now laced with impatience. “What the hell is wrong with you? I told you that Mrs. Lane is busy. Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow.”

I kept my voice steady. “This is Eason.”

There was a brief pause before Blake responded, his tone shifting immediately.

“Oh, Mr. Lane... didn’t realize it was you. What’s going on? Something important?”

“I know she’s with you,” I said, my voice cold. “Put her on the phone.”

“Mr. Lane, she’s still in a meeting. Maybe you should…”

“Give her the damn phone,” I cut him off, my patience wearing thin.

Blake reluctantly passed the phone to Rosalie.

“Mrs. Lane, it’s your husband.”

There was a long pause before Rosalie finally spoke, her voice cold and distant.

“Eason, what do you want?”

“Your grandmother’s in the hospital. The doctors say it’s serious. I couldn’t reach your parents, so you need to…”

“Are you serious right now?”

Rosalie’s voice spiked with irritation.

“You’re using my grandmother as an excuse to call me in the middle of the night?”

“I’m not joking. She’s really in the hospital, and it’s bad. You need to get back here.”

“I’m in Phuket, Eason. It’s not like I can just hop over like I’m in the next town.”

“Stop lying. I know you’re back in San Diego.”

There was a brief silence, then she asked, “How do you know that?”

I didn’t bother telling her I’d seen Blake’s social media posts.

He’d probably set them to hide from her.

“It doesn’t matter how I know. If you want to see your grandmother one last time, you better…”

Rosalie cut me off, her voice a mix of anger and uncertainty. “Eason, I’m asking you, how do you know I’m in San Diego?”

“Are you having me followed? Investigating me?”

Her tone was sharp, but there was a hint of anxiety beneath it.