Pregnant and Abandoned: My Billionaire Ex Regretted Leaving When the Lawsuit Revealed the Truth

Sarah’s knees shook as the automatic doors of St. Jude’s hissed shut behind her. The nurse’s whisper still echoed in her ears like a curse. Let you wait until you miscarry.

She couldn't stay there. If she stayed, Julian's doctors would let her baby die just to save the company a lawsuit.

The parking lot was bathed in the sickly yellow glow of sodium lights. Her hand went to her stomach, shielding it from the biting wind. All she wanted was to curl up in the backseat of her old Honda, lock the doors, and pretend the world wasn't ending. It was the last thing she owned. Her sanctuary.

Then she heard the grinding of metal on metal.

Her head snapped up. Across the lot, a massive flatbed truck was reversing toward her car. The reverse beep pierced the night air, mocking her pounding headache.

"No," she gasped, the word tearing from her dry throat.

She forced her heavy legs to move, breaking into a clumsy run. Her breath hitched in her chest, burning. The tow truck driver, a man with a thick neck and a grease-stained vest, was already hooking the chains to her front axle.

"Stop!" Sarah screamed, waving her arms. "That's my car! You can't take it!"

The driver didn't even look up. He yanked a lever, and the winch groaned. The front tires of her Honda lifted off the asphalt.

"Bank order," he grunted, spitting onto the pavement. "Missed three payments. It’s gone, lady."

"I can pay!" Sarah lied, grabbing his arm. Her fingers slipped on his nylon jacket. "Just give me a week. My purse is inside! My baby's vitamins are inside!"

He shook her off like she was a stray dog. "Personal items ain't my problem. You want it back? Call the bank. But looking at you..." He raked his eyes over her oversized, thrifted maternity dress with a sneer. "I doubt you got the cash to unlock the impound."

He climbed into the cab, slamming the door. The engine roared to life, drowning out her pleas.

"Wait!" Sarah cried, running alongside the truck as it began to roll. "Please, it’s raining! I’m pregnant! I have nowhere to sleep!"

The driver stared straight ahead, turning up the radio. The truck accelerated.

Sarah pushed herself faster, her worn sneakers slapping against the wet tarmac. Panic surged through her veins, hot and blinding. If that car left, she was on the street. Truly on the street.

"Stop!"

Her foot caught on a pothole.

Gravity took over. Sarah pitched forward, throwing her hands out instinctively to protect her belly. She hit the ground hard.

The rough concrete shredded the skin on her palms. A jolt of pain shot up her elbows, but she didn't cry out. She just lay there, chest heaving against the wet ground, watching the red taillights of the tow truck blur and vanish into the city traffic.

Blood welling on her scraped hands mixed with the dirt. She was alone. No home. No husband. No car.

And then, the sky opened up, and the rain began to fall.