The Heart He Chose Over Mine
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When a clinic fire trapped me and my husband’s patient, I bled on the floor, begging for help. But Julian, a brilliant surgeon, only looked at her. 'I can't let Elise's heart stop again,' he panicked, carrying the woman who received his dead first love's heart to safety. He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know his choice killed our baby. Now, I have exactly seven days before my secret flight to Geneva. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. He has no idea I'm already gone.
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Chapter 1
The ceiling of the St. Jude Charity Clinic didn't just fall; it roared. One second, Clara Hayes was walking down the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor, her fingers nervously tracing the edges of the glossy ultrasound photograph hidden in her coat pocket. The next second, a deafening explosion from the adjacent construction site ripped through the clinic’s foundation. The world violently tilted. Drywall shattered into a blinding cloud of white dust, and a horrific, tearing sound echoed through the air just before the ceiling collapsed.Clara was thrown to the linoleum floor. A heavy, agonizing weight slammed down across her lower abdomen and legs, pinning her instantly. The air was entirely choked with pulverized concrete, electrical smoke, and the metallic scent of ruptured pipes."Help!" Clara gasped, the word tearing at her dust-coated throat. She tried to push herself backward, but the immense steel support beam lying across her pelvis refused to yield. A sharp, blinding pain lanced through her stomach, so intense it made her vision swim with black spots. "Julian!" Clara screamed, her voice cracking. "Someone! Please!"A few feet away, a shadow moved in the thick, gray haze. "God, my ears are ringing," a high, petulant voice complained. Clara blinked rapidly, trying to clear her stinging eyes. Through the settling dust, she saw Serena Croft sitting on the floor. Serena was entirely unpinned. Aside from a tear in her expensive silk blouse and some soot on her cheek, she looked perfectly unharmed. "Serena?" Clara choked out, coughing as smoke filled her lungs. "Are you hurt? Can you move?"Serena looked down at her hands, wiping away a smudge of dirt with a look of profound disgust. "My designer dress is ruined. And it’s so hard to breathe in here. It smells like burning plastic.""Serena, listen to me," Clara pleaded, her voice trembling as a warm, terrifying wetness began to pool beneath her thighs. Panic, cold and primal, seized her chest. "I'm trapped. I need you to stand up and try to push this beam. Just a few inches. Please."Serena looked over at Clara, her eyes narrowing slightly. She didn't move an inch. "Are you crazy? My doctors specifically said I cannot do any heavy lifting. Do you want me to tear my chest open? I have a delicate condition, Clara. You know that.""I am bleeding!" Clara yelled, the stoicism she usually maintained finally cracking under the sheer terror of what that blood meant. "Serena, please! I'm ten weeks pregnant. The baby... you have to help me!"Serena’s expression remained entirely flat for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something cruel and calculating crossing her eyes. Then, she let out a dramatic, ragged gasp and clutched both hands over her chest. "Oh, God. My heart. The smoke is making my heart race.""Serena, stop it," Clara begged, tears cutting tracks through the dust on her face. "You're fine. I can see you breathing normally. Please, just help me lift this!""I can't!" Serena wailed, her voice suddenly much louder, carrying through the ruined corridor. "Julian! Julian, help me!"
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