At that moment, a pile of Jodie's makeup products fell from the passenger seat.
"Wait!" I cried, desperation taking over.
I said, "It's not about Zayne. I was in a car accident, right outside the hospital. The car could explode any minute. Can you please send help..."
She cut me off, sounding irritated.
She said, "Eliza, cut it out. Dr. Snow's not here, and even if we sent an ambulance, you wouldn't see him. Stop this nonsense. This line is for saving lives. Don't take up public resources just to stage some dramatic act."
"He's not ignoring you on purpose," she added dismissively. "He's dealing with a life-or-death situation. You're pregnant, so just stay calm and wait for him to explain everything later."
Then she hung up.
Tears of despair streamed down my face.
I never imagined Zayne could be so heartless, leaving me without a way out.
I had called his office in the past when Jodie would invent one excuse after another to pull him away from me.
But I had never lied or wasted emergency resources.
We were married for seven years, and this was how he saw me.
No wonder he'd had no trouble hurting me in my last life.
But now, I didn't have time to think about that.
The temperature in the car was rising, and it was only a matter of moments before the vehicle would explode.
I took a few deep breaths, my eyes falling on the curve of my swollen belly.
Summoning every ounce of strength, I tried to climb out through the shattered window.
My palms were sliced open by the glass, shards embedding themselves deep into my skin.
I managed to move another ten inches out of the wreckage.
But my strength was fading fast. I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.
The heat from the car practically roasted my skin. In just two minutes, the smoke had completely engulfed the vehicle.
More people began to gather around, and some of them started shouting for help, asking if there were any doctors nearby.
Soon, I heard hurried footsteps approaching.
I looked up and saw Robert Jackson, the head of Zayne's department.
Robert quickly assessed the situation and organized some kind-hearted bystanders to help pull me out of the wreckage.
The moment they moved me to a safe distance, the car exploded behind us.
Robert examined my injuries while concerned onlookers crowded around.
They whispered among themselves.
"Why was a pregnant woman driving alone? What was her family thinking?"