The Love He Destroyed, My New Power

Dorine Koestler

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After seven years together, I told my boyfriend, Jaxon, I was pregnant. I thought it was the beginning of our forever. Instead, I found him at my prenatal clinic, comforting his secret, pregnant wife. He called our life a lie, a "business arrangement." His family beat me, humiliated me, and locked me in a dusty attic with rats for a month, leaving me to starve while he took his wife to her appointments. He promised me a future, a family, but chose to protect her and abandon our child. I was just an inconvenience to be discarded. So when they finally dragged me to the hospital, I made a choice. I waited for him to arrive after the procedure, his face full of fake concern. He saw the blood-stained sheets and his face crumbled. "What... what have you done?" he stammered. I smiled, my voice as cold and empty as my womb. "I got rid of it, Jaxon. I aborted your baby."

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Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 22:35

Chapter 1

After seven years together, I told my boyfriend, Jaxon, I was pregnant. I thought it was the beginning of our forever.

Instead, I found him at my prenatal clinic, comforting his secret, pregnant wife.

He called our life a lie, a "business arrangement." His family beat me, humiliated me, and locked me in a dusty attic with rats for a month, leaving me to starve while he took his wife to her appointments.

He promised me a future, a family, but chose to protect her and abandon our child. I was just an inconvenience to be discarded.

So when they finally dragged me to the hospital, I made a choice. I waited for him to arrive after the procedure, his face full of fake concern.

He saw the blood-stained sheets and his face crumbled.

"What... what have you done?" he stammered.

I smiled, my voice as cold and empty as my womb.

"I got rid of it, Jaxon. I aborted your baby."

Chapter 1

I told Jaxon I was pregnant, and he looked at me like I' d just announced the end of the world. My joy shattered into a million pieces right there on the polished living room floor. Seven years. Seven years of building a life, a future, our future. Now it felt like a lie.

"Pregnant?" His voice was a flat line. No warmth, no excitement. Just a question, hanging in the air like a death knell.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I clutched the positive test stick in my hand, the two pink lines a cruel mockery of what I' d expected. "We're going to have a baby, Jaxon."

He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. It was a nervous habit, one I knew too well. "Alexis, this... this is complicated right now."

Complicated? My heart clenched. "What's complicated about it? We've talked about this. We want children. This is wonderful news!"

He avoided my gaze, turning to stare at the city skyline outside our penthouse window. "I have a lot on my plate with the Fuller Group. The merger, the new development downtown... it' s all consuming."

"But a baby, Jaxon. Our baby." I walked towards him, wanting to touch his arm, to remind him of us. He instinctively took a step back.

"Can we table this, just for a bit?" he said, his voice clipped. "I have to leave. A crucial meeting." He grabbed his jacket, already halfway out the door.

I stared at his retreating back, the silence in the apartment deafening. He didn't even wish me good luck for my first prenatal appointment later that week. He just left.

I went to the clinic alone. The sterile white walls seemed to mock my solitude. I filled out forms with a shaky hand, ticking boxes about medical history, but leaving the "partner's information" section blank. It felt like a betrayal to myself, a stark reminder of his absence.

The waiting room was filled with smiling couples, their hands intertwined, their faces glowing with shared anticipation. I pretended to read a magazine, but my eyes kept darting to the door, half-expecting, half-dreading Jaxon' s impossible arrival. He was supposed to be in a "crucial meeting."

My name was called. I took a deep breath and walked into the examination room.

"Congratulations, Alexis," the doctor said, her voice warm. "Everything looks perfect. You're about eight weeks along." My heart fluttered with a bittersweet mix of joy and loneliness.

As I left the clinic, my head swimming with new information and a fragile sense of hope, I spotted her. Kassie Beach. She was sitting in the same waiting room I had just left, her hand resting protectively over her slightly swollen belly. My breath hitched. Kassie. Jaxon' s "business partner's daughter." The one he spent so much time with for "networking."

My eyes immediately dropped to her ring finger. A massive diamond sparkled, undeniably a wedding ring. Next to it, a thinner band. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it, but the pieces wouldn't fit. Kassie was pregnant. And married.

A cold dread seeped into my bones. I watched as her name was called. She stood up, smoothing down her dress, and walked confidently towards the examination room. I instinctively hid behind a large potted plant, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Minutes later, I heard voices from Kassie's room. A man's voice. Jaxon's voice. It was unmistakable. I peeked around the plant. He was there, holding a small, pink baby blanket. He was talking softly to Kassie, his hand gently caressing her belly. A tenderness I hadn't seen directed at me in months.

"Our little one," he murmured, his face alight with a smile I hadn't realized I was missing. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kassie's forehead. They were laughing, a light, carefree sound that felt like a knife twisting in my gut.

"How many months, honey?" Kassie asked, her voice sugary sweet.

"Almost three, my love. Just like the doctor said."

Almost three months. My doctor had said eight weeks. Three months. The world spun. My own pregnancy. Jaxon' s coldness. Kassie' s ring. Kassie' s pregnancy. A horrible, sickening realization dawned on me.

My phone vibrated in my hand, startling me. It was the clinic reception, calling my name again for a follow-up appointment. My cover was blown.

Jaxon's head snapped up. His eyes, wide with shock, locked onto mine across the busy waiting room. His face went ashen, his jaw dropping. The baby blanket slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor.

He had been busy. That was the lie. He had been busy building a life with someone else. My vision blurred. I took a slow, deliberate step forward. Then another. My legs felt heavy, but I moved, drawn forward by an unseen force. My face, I knew, was devoid of any emotion.

I stopped in front of Kassie, who was now staring at me, her eyes narrowed. Jaxon stood frozen beside her, unable to move.

"How many months?" I asked Kassie, my voice flat, hollow. Each word felt like it was tearing a hole in my throat.

Jaxon lowered his gaze, his silence a confession. Kassie, however, beamed, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Almost three months," she chirped, stroking her belly. "We're so excited."

My teeth clenched, and I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as I bit down hard on my lip. Almost three months. Eight weeks. Our pregnancies were almost perfectly aligned.