C07
Now it finally clicked for me, everything that had been going wrong lately, all of Sydney’s anger, the distance between us, it all made sense.
It wasn’t random. It was Jenna. Her constant pushing had set her off, but I knew I could fix things. I could explain it all away to her.
Jenna was nothing more than a short–lived distraction. The person I really wanted to marry was Sydney.
As I tried to convince myself, his phone buzzed again. I figured it was Jenna, but when I checked the screen, it was my old friend, Hunter Collins, calling.
“Hey,” I answered, trying to keep his cool.
“Charles, listen. Your wife needs to come in for a follow–up after the miscarriage. It’s been a few weeks no
Hunter said, his voice calm but serious.
“Miscarriage?” I was instantly on edge. “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“She had a car accident, Charles. The baby didn’t make it,” Hunter said, his tone dropping. “Didn’t you know?” “Car accident? What are you talking about? Why didn’t Sydney say anything to me?” I was furious now.
The truth was, Sydney probably wanted to tell me, but she couldn’t. I had blocked her by then, so I had no idea what was going on.
Hunter paused for a second before answering. “It was on the 13th. There was a three–car pileup. She was unconscious when they brought her in.”
7:37 AM
Goodbye, Lover
Suddenly, everything clicked for me. My stomach dropped. “I… I’ll talk to her later,” I said, my voice now low and
heavy.
I hung up, staring at the phone in disbelief. I finally saw the full picture now.
The reason Sydney hadn’t shown up to the Town Hall for our marriage certificate, why she was so different lately,
why she insisted on breaking up with me.
I pulled up my call log. There it was, on the morning of the 13th, she had called me three times in a row. Three
missed calls. And each time, I ignored her to comfort Jenna. I even blocked Sydney after the third call.
She wasn’t just calling to talk, she was calling for help. Sydney was in a damn car accident and I never knew.
I felt the weight of my mistake hit me all at once. Those weren’t just regular calls. They were desperate.
She needed me and I didn’t even pick up. Now it was too late. I wished I could go back, pick up that phone and
answer her call.
If I had picked up the phone earlier, would things have turned out differently? How scared was Sydney when the
accident happened? What was she feeling when she called for help?
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Regret hit me hard and I slapped myself in frustration.
I remembered how happy Sydney had been when she first found out she was pregnant.
She had been so excited about the baby, so hopeful. And now, I had messed up everything. I needed to find her,
to apologize, to make things right.
I stood up quickly, heading straight for the door. But as I rushed out, I bumped into Jenna.
“Charles, where are you going?” Jenna stopped me, her eyes filling with tears. “Do you hate me that much? Do
you really not want to see me?”
car.
“Jenna, we’ll talk later,” I said, trying to push past her. “I have something more important to do right now.”
But of course, Jenna wasn’t going to let it go. She jumped into the passenger seat before I could even get in the
“Jenna, stop,” I said, feeling my frustration spike. “I really need to take care of something!”
Her eyes went wide, her face falling. I had never gotten angry with her before and the shock on her face made my chest tighten. But she didn’t back off. Instead, she started crying. “Charles, what are we, really?”
In the past, her tears would’ve made me feel guilty, but now all I felt was irritation.
