Dear, Diana

Chapter 20

Charles'

I reached the hospital and while heading to Diana's room. I saw Mary.

I ran towards her. I drank a lot but seems like the influence of alcohol disappears.

"Mary." I approached her catching my breath. She is walking back and forth.

"Your highness, the Princess is inside being checked by the doctors."

I immediately went inside the room and there I saw Diana lying down.

"Your highness, please look here." The doctor said. I think he is checking Diana's consciousness.

I silently walked towards my wife. She is awake but she looks very tired and weak.

"No signs of severe head trauma." the doctor said.

I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Your royal highness." He bowed down.

Diana didn't even tried to look at me or acknowledge my presence. What would I expect? I offended her.

"How is my wife?" I asked worriedly while looking at Diana who happens to be just staring at the window–completely ignoring my presence.

"Her royal highness suffered from discharge and bleeding."

My eyes grew wide. "How's our baby?" I asked.

"Everything is fine, luckily. But the Princess should avoid stress and she needs complete bed rest because of the risk of miscarriage."

"The risk of miscarriage is 70 percent out of 100, your highness, the chance of the survival of your baby is low because of Princess Diana's bulimia.
She needs to eat and get a therapist to cure her eating disorder." he explained.

It's true that my wife is suffering from Bulimia.

I once stared at my wife while allowing my tears to fall. What have I done to her? I cheated on her, I was denying it to her but I just did tonight with Camilla. I made her paranoid. This is all my fault.

"If you may excuse me, your highness." The doctor excused himself to give me and Diana a privacy.

I held her hand. She didn't took it back but she didn't even pay me a single glance. She's just lying there,emotionless.

I cried in front of her. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry." I kissed her hand.

I broke down in front of her. I hurted her. I almost killed my own baby.

"Diana, forgive me. This is all my fault, I neglected you." I said while sobbing.

She's now crying too but she still refuse to give me a glance.

"I am weak, I am the man of the house and yet I left you alone with this." I admitted.

I didn't let go of her hand. I kissed it and cried even more. What if the baby didn't survive? I'll be insane.

"How can you do that to me?" She finally spoke.

"What did I ever do to you?" She added. Her voice is very low and soft which broke my heart even more.

"I hurted myself, I threw myself down stairs. I want you to notice that I am hurting emotionally, I want you to help me. I am desperate." She said.

I went shocked. She did that?

"I'm here now, Diana. I will stay with you. I will never leave you again. I will listen to you now, just please forgive me."

"I am tired, I want to sleep." She said and ignored me again.

She must be tired and really hurting. I must understand her. I don't want to lose Diana.

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Diana's

I threw myself down stairs. I don't have any plans to hurt my baby and it is not true that I regret having him but I was too desperate for Charles' attention.

When he entered my room. I was holding back my tears. I don't want to cry in front of him anymore. I feel like he's using my vulnerability.

I can't forgive him right now, now that I confirmed everything about Camilla. That he used to visit her. I know that he went to highgrove after our argument. They wouldn't just play chess there.

**
After five months.
**

We stayed for a few days in the hospital and the news are all over newspapers, radios and televisions. Of course, my husband covered up the truth to protect our name.

Now, it's my due month and anytime I will give birth. Still, I don't forgive my husband.

After what happened to me, he attended his last public engagement months ago which he played polo. They won and he donated it in our charities.

He's been hands on, he attended my needs, he even fired 3 of our maids because he told them that he will be staying with me and we can save money for their wages. Although, my husband and I can live a 20 lifetime being rich, I know it is just his excuse to hide our troubled marriage from anyone's eyes.

My bulimia got better. One particular night, I heard Charles speaking, I pretended that I was sleeping and listened.

"Diana, despite of my short comings you are still brave enough to stay with me. I am at my weakest and I need you so badly now."

I don't know what he meant but not talking to him these past few months, was the most hardest thing I did in my life.

I feel guilty everytime he wakes up early to prepare something for me but I would rather to eat cereal. Everytime I saw his face being disappointed and sad but he isn't complaining. I want him to complain, I want him to be mad to lessen the guilt but he didn't.

"Diana, can I talk to you?"

"I'm busy." I ignored him and grabbed the television's remote control.

He sighed. "Mama called. Asking about your delivery date."

"I'll phone her later." I answered.

He sat down with me and held my bump. He kissed it.

"Charles, do not." I warned him.

"Hey Diana, you can't have this baby without me, learn to share." He said making me laugh.

I almost but thank goodness, I washed it off quickly.

"Baby, how are you doing there? Do not make it hard for mummy." He talked.

I pretend to not paying attention and continued watching.

"We are all excited to see you, I know mummy does too."

I slapped his hand. "Charles, it's really awkward."

"I'm just exhausted, Diana. I did all my works at home. It makes me feel good being near to the both of you." He said sadly.

I moved a little from Charles. Suddenly I felt contractions.

"Ouch. Damn." I moaned.

"Hey, I just touched you." He said panicking.

"Darling, I think your water broke." Charles said in horror with both our eyes wide opened.

Oh no.