she
thought she knew. David had kept so much of himself locked away, and she was
only beginning to see the real man underneath.
“I
love that boy so much because regardless of anything his mother tried to do, he
still fucking lives. He’s a fighter, and I’m proud of him.”
She
didn’t speak. Molly knew he needed to say this.
“Then
you came into my life. You were sweet and adorable. Everything she wasn’t. And
it was like the whole world was mocking me. I had had a woman who was so
gorgeous that every man wanted to bed her, but she chose me. Only she never
chose me; she chose my money. You were different.” He cupped her cheeks staring
into her eyes. “You came in and looked after my boys as if they were your own.
I fell in love for the first time the moment you stood in front of Trent and
defended him. A woman who was so unselfish that you dealt
with an old man’s attentions.”
He
kissed her lips, and Molly didn’t respond. The pain in his voice was more than
anything she could bear. “I’m a selfish bastard, Molly Sinclair. I wasn’t drunk
that night. I knew I was going to have you. I’d had a few drinks, but I knew
what was going on. I took you and prayed you were pregnant as it would have
given me more rights over you.”
She
whimpered. “How? Why? You’ve spent so much time hating
me?”
“I’ve
never hated you, Molly.” He kissed her lips. “I hated myself because of how
much I hated her. You were the woman I’ve always wanted. Blaze, Chris, Trent,
Luke, and John are brilliant, but without you it means nothing.”
David
kissed her with so much passion he took her breath away. Suddenly, he tensed,
collapsing in a heap on the floor, his hand covering his chest.
“David,
what’s wrong?”
He
couldn’t speak.
She
ran and called an ambulance quickly before rushing back to him. He lay on the
floor in a heap. “Don’t die on me, David. Please, I love you. I love you so
much.” She brushed his hair off his temple, kissing him.
Life
couldn’t be this cruel. She refused to believe he would die on her after he’d
admitted the truth.
“I
love you. I told you every night you were asleep in my arms.”
“Don’t
talk, David. I’m here. I’ve got you. The ambulance is going to be here any
moment. Please, don’t die.”
His
hand gripped hers as he stared at her. She couldn’t handle this. It was too
much. The sobs fell from her as the paramedics crashed into her home. They
moved her out of the way. She watched them work on her husband. Her whole body
was numb all over.
What
had David been thinking all these years? She knew whatever he had to say wasn’t
over. There was so much hate and pain left unsaid.
Molly
prayed to whoever was listening that those were not the last words she’d ever
utter to the love of her life.
The
paramedics took him to the ambulance. She rode in the back as they drove to the
hospital. No one talked to her as they pushed him through to the Cardiology
department. There, she sat waiting for what was to happen. The doctors asked
her some questions.
She
filled in forms then walked to the telephone. Calls needed to be made. Molly
talked to all of their children then waited for the bad news.
****
David
was pissed off. He was hooked up to several machines, and the doctor was
prodding his arm. Why wouldn’t they leave him alone? He felt fine.
“You
had an angina attack. You’re stressed, Mr. Sinclair.”
“I
don’t care what I am. Is my wife here?” he asked. Where was Molly? He’d been
talking to her, and then he’d felt the pain in his chest. The last health check-up
he’d undergone had been fine. He was healthy as a horse, or so the saying went.
“Your
wife is in the waiting room.”
“I’m
not dead, son. Get my wife in here.”
“Sir,
your whole family is in the waiting room.”
He
sighed. David didn’t want his family. He wanted Molly.
“Please,
do me a favour and get my wife here.”
“Well,
I should have known you’d be bossing