I Chose To Let Go Novel by Christina Foley _ Novel



I Chose To Let Go Novel by Christina Foley _ Novel

I Chose To Let Go Chapter 01

Heavy rain had been hammering New Orleans for a full week.
Floodwaters ripped through the Perceval Group’s unfinished sites—everything we’d built turned to mud and twisted metal overnight.
Workers were hurt. Some trapped.
No one could reach Lucian Perceval, the CEO.
Panic was spreading fast.
To calm them down, I took a cab through the storm in the middle of the night.
Headed for the office.
Halfway there, a blinding white light filled the windshield.
Then—nothing.
I woke up to voices.
A masked face hovered over me.
“Ma’am? Can you hear me? Ma’am…”
Rainwater soaked my face. Vision blurry.
The nurse’s tone sharpened with panic.
“She’s bleeding badly—get the ambulance now!”
With whatever strength I had left, I grabbed her hand.
“Please… save my baby.”
Before everything went black again, I heard her scream:
“Hurry! Pregnant woman here!”
I was pregnant.
Lucian never even noticed.
Every mood swing, every wave of nausea, every time I threw up—he brushed it off as me “trying to get attention away from Yesenia Renshaw.”
His one true love.
I still remembered the day the test came back positive.
I saw him at the hospital—arm around Yesenia, gentle, attentive, holding her hand during her own prenatal check-up.
When his eyes met mine across the hallway, his face changed instantly.
Cold. Impatient.
“I told you I’m only looking after her as a friend.
Stop being paranoid and following me around.”
I stood frozen.
Still clutching the pregnancy report in my hand like a fool.
Tonight, when he didn’t come home, I knew exactly where he was.
But I still went out.
Still tried to save his company.
Still tried to save the father of my child.
I felt the life draining out of me.
Head spinning.
Voices muffled around me like I was underwater.
A nurse said, “She wants to save the baby.”
The doctor snapped back, “She’s lost too much blood. We’ll be lucky if *she* makes it off the table.
The bleeding won’t stop—where’s her family? Get them on the phone, NOW!”
“We tried. No answer.
Emergency contact is unreachable…”
“How could her family leave a pregnant woman alone?”
Family?
I had no family left.
The only one I could ever have was already slipping away.
I couldn’t move.
Machines beeped.
Voices faded.
Death felt close—cold, heavy, almost gentle.
Then darkness again.
When I opened my eyes, Madilyn Samford—my best friend—was sitting by the bed.
I wasn’t surprised.
I’d heard her voice before I passed out.
“You’re awake.”
Her voice cracked. “How do you feel?”
I tried to speak.
Throat too dry.
Just a rasp.
Madilyn hesitated.
Looked like she wanted to say something.
Couldn’t.
I forced the words out.
“It’s okay.
The baby’s gone.
We have to… accept it.”
Her eyes filled instantly.
Tears spilled over.
“Don’t be sad,” I whispered. “You’re still recovering. Focus on getting better.”
But dread crept in.
Normally Madilyn would be raging—cursing Lucian, calling me blind for loving him.
Now?
Nothing but raw, aching pity in her eyes.
She saw the question on my face.
Hand trembling, she passed me the medical file.
I read it.
“The patient suffered uncontrollable blood loss.
Hysterectomy performed.”
Below it—Madilyn’s signature.
Smudged with tears.
I stared at the words until they blurred.
Everything inside me went still.
No baby.
No chance of ever having one.
No uterus.
Just me.
Empty.
Madilyn reached for my hand.
I didn’t pull away.
I just kept staring at the paper.
Lucian hadn’t answered.
Hadn’t come.
Hadn’t even known.
And now he never would.

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