Chapter 1 - The Bus Ride and The Rescue
“This is enough to cover the bus,” Dominic said impatiently. “Hurry up. My mother is waiting for lunch.”
I stood outside the hospital entrance with my five-day-old son asleep against my chest.
Every small movement sent a sharp wave of pain through my C-section incision.
For a moment, I genuinely thought I must have misunderstood him.
My husband of two years had just handed me bus fare.
He didn’t offer to carry the diaper bag.
He didn’t ask whether I was physically able to walk.
He barely glanced at our newborn son, Leo, who was wrapped safely in a soft blanket.
“Dominic...” I murmured. “You expect me to take the bus?”
“I was only discharged today. I can barely stand.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Stop being so dramatic, Audrey. My sister was already walking around three days after giving birth.”
“It isn’t even rush hour. You’ll be able to get a seat.”
Beneath the hospital entrance canopy sat the black luxury SUV my father had given me before our wedding.
Dominic drove it nearly every day, claiming it created the right impression with investors.
I had imagined this moment very differently.
I thought he would help me into the passenger seat.
Maybe tell me I had done something incredible by bringing our son into the world.
Instead...
...he turned and walked away.
“What about the SUV?” I asked.
“I need it,” he answered without looking back.
“My parents and Natalie are arriving this afternoon.”
“We have lunch reservations, and I’m not canceling them just because you’re behaving like you’re helpless.”
His family appeared only moments later.
Victoria, his mother, wore an expression of perpetual disdain.
Arthur, his father, didn't even look in my direction.
Natalie, his sister, gave the baby only the briefest glance.
“Well,” she said brightly, “we should leave before they give away our reservation.”
Not one of them asked how I was feeling.
Not one of them asked about Leo.
Dominic took the diaper bag from the discharge nurse, threw it into the SUV, and then glanced back at me.
“There are leftovers in the refrigerator.”
“Warm them up when you get home.”
“And stop calling me over and over.”
“I’ll be spending the day with my family.”
The money pressed painfully into my palm.
For one short moment, I wanted to break down and cry.
To scream.
To beg someone—anyone—to help me.
Then Leo shifted gently in his sleep.
I only pulled him closer against my chest.
The SUV drove away.
Through the dark tinted windows, I could see Dominic laughing with Natalie.
He hadn’t smiled at me that way in months.
A city bus came to a stop beside the curb.
Climbing aboard felt almost impossible.
Every step tugged painfully at my stitches.
The driver looked at my colorless face, then down at the sleeping newborn in my arms.
Without speaking, he lowered the bus slightly so I could board more easily.
I thanked him quietly and took a seat near the window.
As the bus moved through Manhattan, the previous two years began replaying in my head.
Dominic had never understood who I really was.
He thought my father was a retired contractor who owned a small construction company.
I had allowed him to keep believing that.
I wanted someone to love me for who I was—not for my family name.
In the beginning, Dominic had been considerate.
Gentle.
Driven.
But after his technology company began attracting major investors, everything shifted.
His confidence turned into arrogance.
Victoria started referring to me as a burden.
Natalie laughed that I should feel lucky to have married a future billionaire.
None of them understood that those investors had supported Dominic for one specific reason.
Every one of them knew that I was the only daughter of Charles Brooks...
...the founder of Brooks Global Corporation.
The bus stopped at a red traffic light.
Beside us, Dominic’s SUV moved into the neighboring lane.
His family laughed together as they headed toward lunch.
Dominic never once looked in the direction of the bus.
At that moment, something inside me became completely clear.
It wasn’t anger.
It wasn’t grief.
It was certainty.
I reached into my bag and called a number I had refused to use for years.
The call was answered immediately.
“Audrey?”
It was my father.
“Dad,” I said softly, lowering my eyes toward Leo.
“I need you to send a security team to my apartment.”
“Dominic just made me take a city bus home five days after my C-section.”
“I’ve made the decision to leave him.”
The line fell silent.
Then my father spoke again, his voice colder than I had ever heard it before.
“Tell me your exact location.”
“And listen to me carefully.”
“You are not returning to that apartment.”
“Neither you nor my grandson will spend another day tolerating treatment like this.”
I shut my eyes as the bus continued through the intersection.
Behind us, Dominic’s SUV carried on toward an expensive lunch with his family.
In front of me...
...was a life he had never believed I possessed the power to choose.
As I stepped off the city bus in front of the towering high-rise where Dominic and I lived, my knees shook from sheer physical exhaustion and white-hot fury.
Leo remained peacefully asleep, completely protected from the collapse of his father’s world.
I didn’t even need to reach for my building keys.
A polished black, unmarked luxury vehicle glided to the curb with flawless, almost mathematical precision.
The rear door opened, and Mr. Vance—my father’s senior chief of staff for more than twenty years—stepped onto the sidewalk.
He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit and an expression that allowed no room for administrative debate.
“Ms. Brooks,” he said, lowering his head in a respectful bow.
“Your father instructed me to bring you home immediately.”
Two women emerged behind him: a private neonatal nurse and a specialized postpartum physician.
One carefully took Leo from my arms with practiced, feather-soft gentleness.
The other supported my body, making certain no pressure reached my incision.
I didn’t speak a single word of protest.
I let them guide me into the spacious, climate-controlled interior of the vehicle.
As the door closed, blocking out the noise of the city, I looked back at the high-rise one last time.
Goodbye, Dominic, I thought.
May you like
You wanted to leave me behind.
Now, you will see exactly what happens when I walk away.
