𝑂𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔...
❝Your wife is calling. I think you need to take it, or better, you ought to leave.❞ She folded her arms, a series of goosebumps simmering over her warm ivory skin the more my intimidating strides brought me closer to her.
My sapphi...
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♢♔𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻♔♢
Ever heard of the saying right person, wrong timing?
Because this was the only way to explain the shit that I was going through.
I had been in the private hospital for a solid three days, sitting next to Illithyia throughout the time she was asleep and outside whenever the doctors found something wrong or her brother and friends were seeing her.
We had lost the baby, and I had never cried so much in my life.
Illithyia hadn't woken up either, and as I stared at her pale face, I wondered how I was going to tell her that we lost our child.
It was all my fault. All my fucking fault and I was never going to forgive myself for such a fuck up.
I vividly remember rushing her to the hospital while she bled all over the seats. I remember her being admitted into a special room for more than five hours. I remember the devastated look on the doctor's face.
He didn't need to say much for me to know our baby's fate. The baby was gone. The baby had died. And it was all because of me.
They couldn't save the baby. Neither could I.
I had never broken down that hard in my life. My body had convulsed with each sob, each heave and not even Lorenzo could make me stop. I had cried my heart out for the first time as I realised that I had done nothing to be a good father to the unborn baby.
I cried as I realised that I had spent three quarters of my entire life living for someone else. I cried when I thought of all the things I could have done had I not been held back by a loveless marriage. I grieved the death of our unborn child until I could hardly breathe.
All the appointments I missed. All the little moments I missed with the baby. All the bonds I never strengthened. All the emotional support I never gave Illithyia.
I had focused on work and neglected a very important aspect of myself.
I had never thought Claire to be so heartless to kill an innocent child. I was so angry with her, so angry that I hadn't thought twice about getting her thrown into one of the worst jails in the world.
She was stuck in there for life, and she'd wish for death every minute. I'd made sure of that.
My daughter had come to know about my relationship with Illithyia and the failed pregnancy like everyone else, but she could neither be upset with me or disappointed. Instead, she was worried about my overall health because I had gone into a state of dark depression.
I was so drained that I barely said a word to anyone. They all tried to comfort me but none of their words or hugs would bring our baby back. They brought me food but I never ate. They brought me blankets but I never slept.
