Chapter 6: The Hospital Room
After Daniel left, the hospital room felt strangely quiet.
I sat propped up against the pillows, staring at the two bassinets beside my bed. Ethan was sleeping soundly, while Grace made small, soft sounds in her sleep. They were perfect. And they were mine.
I reached for the manila envelope Daniel had left behind. The divorce papers were still there, signed by both of us. I flipped through them slowly. He had been thorough — he wanted the house, the cars, and primary custody of at least one child. He had even tried to limit my visitation rights.
I placed the papers on the bedside table without emotion.
A nurse came in to check on me and the babies. She was kind, but I could see the pity in her eyes when she noticed I was alone.
“Is the father coming back?” she asked gently.
I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “He won’t be coming back.”
She didn’t ask any more questions. She simply checked the babies’ vitals and quietly left the room.
Once she was gone, I picked up my phone. My hands were steady now. The trembling from earlier had disappeared.
I scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I needed. It had been saved under a different name for years.
I pressed call.
The phone rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered.
“Colonel Bennett,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”
“Major Thompson,” I replied. “I need your help.”
There was a short pause on the other end.
“Tell me what you need.”
I looked at my sleeping children.
“I need protection,” I said. “And I need witnesses. I’m going to need a military escort in three days. Senior officers if possible. And I need law enforcement present as well.”
Another pause.
“This sounds serious.”
“It is,” I said. “My husband just served me divorce papers in the hospital after I gave birth to his twins. He also told me he wants to take one of my children. And his family has been helping him cover up multiple things for months.”
Major Thompson’s voice changed, becoming more professional.
“Understood. Where and when do you want us?”
I gave him the address of Daniel’s parents’ house.
“Three days from now,” I said. “In the afternoon. I want them to enjoy their little victory first.”
“Consider it done, Colonel. Do you want me to bring the file?”
I closed my eyes.
“Yes,” I said. “Bring everything.”
After ending the call, I leaned back against the pillows and closed my eyes. For the first time since Daniel walked into the room with the divorce papers, I allowed myself to feel something other than exhaustion.
I felt clarity.
Daniel thought he had won.
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He thought I was just a quiet, pregnant woman with no power and no resources.
He was about to learn how wrong he had been.
