The Last Rope
After a fire broke out at the company, I shoved the only rescue rope into the hands of my husband, Peyton Shepherd. However, he yanked the smoke mask off my face and turned to secure it on his secretary, Hannah Russell, instead.
Peyton escaped using the rescue rope, and Hannah remained unharmed thanks to the mask.
I collapsed from inhaling toxic smoke, and then a falling pillar crashed into my stomach. Blood pooled beneath me.
Just as the firefighters lifted me onto a stretcher, Peyton grabbed me and pulled me back down.
"Serena, it's just a minor injury. Why are you lying on the stretcher? Let Hannah go to the hospital first. Her condition is serious, and she needs a comprehensive medical exam!"
The firefighters and paramedics stared in shock. They looked at my blood-soaked dress, then Hannah crying pitifully over her blistered hand.
My colleagues tried to intervene. "But Mr. Shepherd, Serena's injuries are clearly more severe!"
Peyton snarled through gritted teeth. "Enough! I'm Serena's husband. Don't you think I know her condition? If Hannah's treatment gets delayed because of this, none of you will escape the consequences!"
I pressed my hand against my slightly swollen lower abdomen and nodded, agreeing to let Hannah take the ambulance first.
I decided that from this moment forward, neither I nor my unborn child owed Peyton anything.