The CEO Lost Me, the Doctor Won My Heart novel Chapter 2

I was classless.

A nobody.

An orphan with no family, except for the kind old director who ran the home where I grew up.

Three days ago, she passed away.

I begged Lucas to come with me.

But he was busy with Lila.

Didn't even pick up the phone.

I took a cab in the pouring rain.

I never made it to the funeral.

Right outside Turner Corp's headquarters, a car hit me, pinning my hands under the wheels.

The ambulance hadn't arrived yet.

I begged a passerby to call Lucas for me.

He didn't pick up my calls.

But when the kind stranger dialed, he answered.

"Mr. Turner? Your wife was in an accident—"

"Ignoring your calls wasn't enough? Now you have to pull a stunt like this?"

He didn't believe them.

And I heard Lila's mocking laughter in the background.

I had been crying from the pain, but after that call, I didn't shed another tear.

I missed the funeral.

Instead, I whispered my goodbyes to the only person who had ever truly loved me.

I told her—if she had stayed on the line just a little longer, I might have told her more.

I might have told her that the hands that once eased Lucas's pain had been crushed under the weight of a car.

I might have told her that Toni's hands hurt.

So, so much.

…

Toni.

Two kids, running from their own battles, thinking they could hide forever.

But the Turners found him.

Made headlines.

Years later, we met again in college.

Lucas chased me relentlessly.

I didn't trust rich boys and their sweet words.

Until his grandmother called me classless.

And Lucas walked away from his fortune to prove her wrong.

Back then, he said love was priceless.

Now?

The hands he once said were worth more than a billion dollars—

Were worthless to him.

Just like our marriage.