He Saved His Mistress From the Fire, Not Me

Romance14 chaptersOngoing

Chapter 1 The car was on fire, and my husband was saving another woman. I was eight months pregnant, pinned behind the wheel, screaming his name. Grant didn't look back. Not once. He carried Sienna to the ambulance like she was made of glass. "She's carrying my child," he told the paramedic. So was I. Smoke filled my lungs. The seatbelt was jammed, the metal crushed against my belly, and something warm was spreading down my legs. I pounded the window with my fists. "Grant! GRANT! The baby!" Through the cracked glass, I saw him kneel beside the stretcher. He brushed Sienna's blonde hair from her face. She had a scratch on her forehead. One scratch. I had my daughter dying inside me. Flames licked up the hood. I stopped screaming. I didn't have the air left. Then the window exploded inward. A man's arm reached through. Black coat, bleeding knuckles. He sliced the seatbelt with something si

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