Hung Up On My Girl

My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison.

Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she was bleeding out.

He begged me to save them.

"Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both."

Then he accused me of wanting revenge, his eyes filled with hate.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

The man who took everything from me was now on his knees, his world depending on my skill. I was the only one who could save the woman who stole my life.

I did my job. I saved them both. But as I walked out of the hospital that night, his car was there, blocking my path. This wasn't just a chance encounter. He was back to reclaim what he thought was his.

Chapter 1

The double doors of the ER burst open, and my past, in the form of Cassius Coleman, stormed in. He was carrying his heavily pregnant wife, Kori Myers, in his arms. Blood stained Kori' s pale floral dress. Her eyes were wide with pain, and a low, guttural moan escaped her lips.

"Help her! Please, someone help her!" Cassius' s voice was a raw, desperate shout. It cut through the usual cacophony of the emergency room.

I felt a jolt, sharp and unwelcome. It was a familiar feeling, one I' d spent three years trying to bury. But duty called. My name is Alana Hays, and I am a trauma surgeon. This was my world now.

"Doctor Hays, trauma bay one!" a nurse yelled, already wheeling out a gurney.

My gaze met Cassius's for a split second. Recognition, then pure terror, flooded his face. He looked like he' d seen a ghost, or maybe just a very inconvenient nightmare. But his focus snapped back to Kori.

"She's bleeding," he gasped, his expensive suit rumpled, his usually perfectly coiffed hair falling into his eyes. "The baby... is the baby okay?"

His panic was palpable. It filled the air, thick and suffocating. It was a stark contrast to the controlled chaos that usually reigned here. He was unraveling, the Wall Street mogul stripped bare by fear.

"We need to get her on the gurney, Mr. Coleman," I said, my voice flat, professional. I watched as the nurses gently transferred Kori. Her face was ashen.

"Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both," he pleaded, his eyes locking onto mine. He used my first name, a name I hadn't heard from him in so long, not like this. It felt like a trespass.

I ignored it. My training kicked in, an iron curtain descending over my emotions. "STAT ultrasound, crossmatch, and full panel labs. I need two units of O-negative ready. Let's get her into OR three now." My instructions were clipped, clear, devoid of any personal connection.

The team moved like clockwork. The gurney was already rolling towards the operating theaters. Cassius made a move to follow.

"Sir, you can wait in the lounge," a security guard tried to intervene.

Cassius pushed past him, his eyes still fixed on Kori. "No! I'm going with her!"

He reached out, grabbing my arm. His grip was surprisingly strong. It was familiar. Too familiar. The warmth of his skin, the faint scent of his expensive cologne, it all slammed into me.

"Alana, you can't," he muttered, his voice low, strained. "You can't do this. Not to us. Not now."