"Who were you talking to?" he asked, not even looking up as he dried his hair with a towel.
"Mr. Romano," I replied, forcing my voice to remain steady.
"Ah," he said, distractedly checking his phone. He didn't ask why I was talking to a business mogul, didn't care enough to probe. And for once, I didn't feel angry. I just felt... done. I began drafting my resignation letter from his company in my head, something I never thought I’d have to do.
Keaton reached for the whiskey glass on the nightstand, expecting the amber liquid to be there, waiting, like I always had it. When he found nothing, he finally glanced at me.
"I spoke with Dr. Keane about your X-rays," he said, his tone casual, almost bored. "He said it was just a minor injury, nothing to worry about. Just keep the stitches dry."
I nodded, still typing on my phone, not even bothering to look up. "Alright."
“Next time, you should be careful and just mind your business too. If you had just stayed out of my business, then at least you wouldn't have had that accident,” he bluntly said, giving me an awful look.
“Is that really what you're going to say?" I demanded, my voice strained.
“What else do you want me to say?" He shrugged.
“Keaton, you crashed my car and abandoned me to go after Lacey and then you blame me…?”
"Yes. Lacey's life was in danger.”
"And what about mine? I almost lost my life and I also lost our…” I stopped myself, my tears rolling out in beads.
He scoffed. "Stop acting like you want the world to revolve around you because you're Keaton Gebbert's woman. It's pathetic.”
He walked past me, almost shoving me aside. “You didn't die. You're still alive so don't cry me a river like you lost another life," he added grumpily.
That afternoon, I had eight stitches in my abdomen from the accident. Worse, I'd found out I was four weeks pregnant... and already showing signs of miscarriage. The doctor had apologized, saying that if I'd been brought to the hospital sooner, the baby might have been saved.
Keaton’s cold indifference stung, but nothing compared to the sight of him now. When he realized I wasn’t hanging on his every word, he frowned and started walking over, but then his phone buzzed, lighting up his face with a smile I hadn’t seen in months. Without a second thought, he turned and disappeared into his office.