To Elizabeth, Ryan was nothing more than a disposable tool. Now that he was broken, she had zero reason to spare him another thought.
The idea of being tied to him forever through a child had lost all its appeal.
Before the procedure began, the doctor tried one last time. "Elizabeth, you have polycystic ovary syndrome, and your uterine lining is quite thick. Conceiving again may be very difficult. Are you absolutely sure about this?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Elizabeth snapped, "What is there to reconsider? I signed the consent form. As long as I don't die on the table, just get it over with."
When Elizabeth finally woke up, groggy from anesthesia, her mother was by the bedside, tears streaming down her face. "Elizabeth, what were you thinking? You went into shock on the operating table! You almost died!"
