The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! by H. Dally

Chapter 5 "Isn't that Thalassa Thompson?" "No way! The gold-digger who married Kris Thompson for his money?" "Yeah. She also cheated and had been stealing from him the whole tthey were married." "Yes, I heard about it. Poor man. He married her despite her low-class status only for her to betray him like that. But wasn't she arrested?" "Both of you shut up this instant! How many times must I warn you not to gossip about our patients, especially in front of them?" Thalassa slowly opened her eyes but closed them instantly when bright lights attacked them. Blinking to adjust to the lights, she finally opened her eyes to find three women hovering over her. They were dressed in healthcare overalls. Two looked to be nurses, and the other looked to be a doctor.

"She has woken," one of the nurses observed, and they all focused on her.

"Finally," the one who looked to be a doctor said, then flashed a small smile at Thalassa. "How are you feeling, dear?" Bracing her hand on the bed, Thalassa slowly sat up, groaning as she did. She felt a dull ache in her abdomen, causing her to grimace in confusion.

"What happened? Why am I here?" The last thing she remembered was walking out of the Miller Mansion after signing the divorce papers. How had she ended up in the hospital? "Oh dear, she doesn't even remember what happened. I wonder how she'll take the news," one of the nurses whispered to the other, but it was audible enough.

The doctor glared at them chastisingly while Thalassa questioned, "What are they talking about?" The doctor bit her lip. "Last night, a woman found you in a pool of blood on the street and called emergency services. You were rushed to this hospital." Instantly, the horrors from last night seared through Thalassa's mind: her walking on the street, being grabbed and shoved into an alley, her attacker repeatedly kicking her in the abdomen despite how many times she'd begged him to have mercy.

The doctor was still speaking. "We hope you don't mind, but since we already knew who you were, the hospital took the liberty of sending a message to your husband's office. Unfortunately, we haven't received any reply." "Kris didn't come?" Thalassa asked, afraid to voice the one gut-wrenching question that was the most important, but she knew she had to ask it soon.

"Doctor," she began, her lips quivering as tears brimmed in her eyes, "how's my baby? Please tellmy baby is okay. Please tellthey're fine." The doctor didn't respond for a few seconds, but the forlorn look on her face informed Thalassa of the answer even before she began to speak.

"Mrs. Miller, the impacts on your abdomen were very strong, and since your pregnancy was only two months along, it couldn't withstand it. By the tyou were brought to the hospital, you'd bled out for far too long, and saving your life was what mattered. I regret to inform you that we couldn't save your pregnancy." "No," Thalassa whispered softly as a tear slid down her cheek. Then another. And another.

"We're really sorry," the doctor was saying. "We know you might want a moment to yourself, but due to the nature of the assault, we needed to inform the police. They will be here soon to take your statement. I'm sorry for your loss." With that, the doctor and the nurses exited the room. Thalassa slowly lay back down as more tears streamed down her face, curling herself into a ball. The position made her abdomen ache, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door before two cops strode into her hospital room. "Mrs. Miller, we know you must be going through a lot, but if we are to help bring whoever did this to you to justice, then we need your statement," one of them said.

Thalassa slowly sat back up, staring at him unseeingly.

"Did you see who did this to you?" he asked, his pen poised on his notepad.

She shook her head. "No, he was wearing a mask that covered his entire face.” "Mrs. Miller, do these belong to you?" he said, and the other officer stepped forward.

That was when Thalassa realized he was holding the handbag she'd had with her yesterday.

She nodded. "Yes." The first officer looked thoughtful. "Well, we realized that your attacker didn't rob you of anything at all, which means this was an intentional attack. Do you have any idea who could've attacked you or why they did it?" "No..." Thalassa began to say, but suddenly, the possibilities began turning in her mind.

She remembered the words the attacker had said to her when she'd told him not to hurt her because she was pregnant.

"I've been sent to give you a message; next time, don't mingle where you don't belong." The realization hit her hard. Someone had sent the attacker to harm her! But who? The only people close to her who'd taunted her with the fact that she didn't belong with them were her mother- in-law, Linda Miller, and her other family members.

Suddenly, she remembered the words Linda Miller had whispered in her ear before she'd walked out of the house: "Do you really think you're going to have that b**d you're trying to pass off as my grandson?" Her heart sank. It couldn't be, right? Her mother-in-law couldn't have sent someone to attack her and kill her own grandchild, right? But she also remembered how Karen had betrayed her so viciously. it had been obvious that she was in cahoots with Linda. Could it be Karen who sent that man? Or had the two of them worked together to destroy her? "Mrs. Miller, you haven't responded to my question," the officer's voice drew her out of her thoughts.

"No, I don't have any idea who could've attackedor why," she finally responded.

The officer narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure, ma'am?" Thalassa nodded stiffly. "Yes, I'm sure." What was the need to tell the police what she suspected? It would be of no use. The Miller family was the most powerful family in Baltimore. They practically ruled the whole city. Even if she tried to report Linda or Karen, the woman would just use her influence to have the case swept under the rug or even turned against Thalassa. "Okay, we'll leave now, but we might contact you for more information," the officer said. "Here are your belongings." After handing her bag and her phone to her, they excused themselves and left. Thalassa immediately turned on her phone, grateful to find that the battery wasn't out.

Kris. She needed to tell Kris what had happened to their baby. Finding his contact, she dialed his number. It rang until it went to voicemail. When she tried again and the shappened, she decided to send a text. Sweetheart, I was attacked last night on the street, and I'm in the hospital right now. Unfortunately, our baby couldn't survive. Please csee me. I need you.

Surely, he would reply. No matter what he thought of her, this was still their child she was talking about. Despite her hope, she was surprised when a reply cin almost immediately. She instantly pressed on it, but as soon as she read the reply, she wished that she hadn't.

KRIS: So what should I do? Deal with it. I don't care.

Thalassa felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured on her. She was so shocked that she read the message over and over again, trying to make sure that she hadn't read it wrong.

When she finally realized that this was indeed the reply that Kris had sent to her, the pain that crashed through her was so immense that she gasped and clutched her chest. She felt like her heart was going to rip out. Maybe that would be better, so that this wouldn't hurt so much.

Deal with it? I don't care? How could he be so cruel to her when she needed him the most? When she finally got tired of crying, she just lay there quietly, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. A few minutes later, the door opened, and the doctor from earlier walked inside.

"Thalassa, we sent another message to your husband's office and there has been no response, but we need someone to fill out the necessary documentation. What do we—" "Don't contact him again," Thalassa deadpanned.

"Sorry?" Thalassa slowly sat up as she wiped the tears from her face before she coldly said, "I said don't contact him again. I'll do everything myself." She was done. So done shedding a single tear more for Kris Miller.