Chapter 162 Lose Her

She thought, “The baby’s gone. Am I heartbroken?

Of course I am. The child was mine, growing inside me. How could I not be devastated?

But I also have to take responsibility for my own decisions. The child might not have wanted to be born into such a family.

More importantly, I don’t think Dante deserves to be the father.”

Anne’s sorrow was more profound than mere heartbreak. She then bypassed Dante and prepared to leave.

Dante rushed to her, clutching her sleeve with desperation.

“Anne, please don’t go. Let’s talk this through!”

“Let go!” Anne snapped, trying to pull away.

“You’ve just had surgery. Let me take care of you. I want to make things right. I know I’ve made mistakes. Please don’t leave me!”

Dante understood clearly: once Anne walked away, she wouldn’t be coming back.

Yet, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.

Anne said coldly, “Dante, the divorce papers will be sent to your office this afternoon. If you don’t sign them, expect a court summons within a week.”

Then, Anne yanked her arm from his grasp and turned away, leaving without a single backward glance.

This time, she departed with no lingering sentiment.

Dante stood there, paralyzed and hollow.

The crowd around them, which had gathered to witness the drama, began to dissipate. As the throng thinned and conversations faded, Dante remained rooted to the spot, his tall frame motionless and isolated.

It was as if he had been cut off from the world, a statue of despair with no direction or purpose. He was lost and uncertain of what to do next.

“Dante…” Lola managed to maneuver her wheelchair toward him despite the pain she was in.

She saw this as her chance to seize the moment.

“Even without Anne, you still have me. I’ll always be by your side, never leaving you.”

Lola boldly reached out, wrapping her arms around Dante’s waist, her head nuzzling against him.

“Dante, I’ve liked you for a long time. It doesn’t matter that Anne had the baby removed. I can give you children. Let me be with you in the future, okay?”

Samuel, waiting nearby for Lola’s surgery, was stunned.

He thought, “I thought they were together, but it turns out she’s the homewrecker. And now, just after a fight, she’s jumping in? What happened to her sense of decency?”

Lola, thinking that Dante might be wavering, tried to hold his hand.

But as soon as she touched his fingers, he shoved her away with a force that sent her wheelchair skidding backward.

The wheelchair spun around several times.

Lola watched helplessly as Dante’s figure grew distant. Dante left without a second glance, moving further away.

Lola, in her desperation to follow, misjudged her maneuvering.

The wheelchair’s rear wheels caught on the edge of the stairs, causing the entire chair to tip.

Her face paled in shock as her body lurched backward.

“Dante! Help me!” Lola cried out, but the force of her fall and her broken legs left her powerless to stop her descent.

She and the wheelchair tumbled down the stairs in a chaotic, painful crash.

The loud noise of her fall didn’t faze Dante; he didn’t even turn around.

Lola’s eyes widened in disbelief as she landed heavily on the cold, unforgiving floor, her hopes and dreams shattered with the impact.