CHAPTER 3: THE FIGHT FOR TWO HEARTS
Khloe was rushed into emergency care.
Every second stretched like a lifetime.
Marcus stood outside the operating room, still in his tuxedo, now stained with faint traces of blood and dust.
Dr. Hale emerged briefly.
“She has internal trauma. We’re doing everything we can.”
“And the baby?”
A pause.
Too long.
“We’re monitoring closely.”
The doors closed again.
Marcus leaned back against the wall, staring at nothing.
For the first time in years…
he prayed.
Not for money.
Not for control.
Just for them to survive.
Minutes turned into hours.
And then—
A cry echoed through the hallway.
Soft.
Fragile.
But alive.
Marcus’s head snapped up.
The doors opened.
A nurse stepped out, smiling through exhaustion.
“Congratulations… it’s a boy.”
His legs nearly gave out.
“And Khloe?” he asked.
“She’s stable. She’s asking for you.”
Marcus exhaled a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.
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For the first time that night…
hope returned.
