Anna's POV
I stood frozen in the hospital corridor, my mind still reeling from Mary Simpson's venomous words. The phone trembled in my hand—Marcus still hadn't answered my video call.
Each unanswered ring drove another shard of ice deeper into my heart.
Suddenly, Rachel's panicked voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.
"Ms. Shaw, your water broke!"
I looked down in confusion. A clear liquid was pooling around my feet, soaking through my expensive maternity dress. My body had made the decision while my mind was paralyzed with fear.
Rachel shoved Clayton's shoulder, her voice sharp with urgency. "What are you standing there for? Go get the doctor now!"
Clayton snapped out of his shock and sprinted down the corridor, his footsteps echoing against the sterile walls. The surreal quality of the moment made everything seem distant, as if I were watching someone else's life unfold.
