Our Love Died With the Light

It was my third egg retrieval procedure. Vincent Dolton didn't show up because he said he was working late.That night, I was jolted awake by searing pain. My arms and legs were swollen, my abdomen distended so badly it looked like I was eight months pregnant. My lungs felt crushed—I could hardly breathe.Panicking, I reached for my phone and dialed Vincent.The phone rang for almost a minute before someone finally picked up.It wasn't him on the other end—it was a woman I had never heard of before.Her voice was young, sultry, and laced with breathless pleasure. "Hello?" "Who are you? Vincent—I can't breathe…""Hey... why are you still wearing clothes?"Vincent's voice was low and teasing, blending with the woman's breathy giggle—then the call abruptly ended.