The Wife He Left For Dead

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stunned, stared at the spreading crimson stain on my dress, his face a mask of d

sh, accusing, as if I had somehow manufactured

erno, engulfing my lower bod

t, tears streaming down my fa

stop being so dramatic. You' re not pregnant. You told me yourself you haven't been able to conceive. It's probably just.

I knew it. Always making a mountain out of a molehill, Dahlia. For a moment, I thought..." He trail

e, a relentless tearing inside me. My body

her a cab. She needs to go home. And clean this up." He gestured dismissively at the grow

gh the cacophony of gasps and whispers.

lazing with a cold fury. He pushed through the onlookers, his gaze immediately

eside me in an instant, dropping to his knees,

to sound authoritative. "Just a bit of a... feminin

was grim. "This is not a 'feminine issue,' Gideon. She's hemorrhaging." He looked

or their phones. Elsa looked furious, he

eon protested, grabbing Alva's shoulder

were now like chips of ice. "You've done enough, Gideon. More than enough." He turned

red piece, and gently, but firmly, draped it over my lower body, shiel

to her party, tried to interject. "This is ridiculous! She's just

fore I make you." His voice was low, but it held a chilling edge that

in. He was my anchor in this storm, the only solid thing in a

edics rushed in, their faces grim as they saw the scene.

ideon. He wasn't looking at me. He was standing beside Elsa, his arm aroun

eon, his head bent towards Elsa, his hand gently stroking her hair. He h

ump of my own weakening heart, and the urgent voices of the paramedics. At

nt, unmoving guardian. Gideon, of course, was nowhere to be seen. A text message from him arrived hours later, while I was still in surgery: "H

ttle lower this time. The room was dark, quiet. Alva was t

checked my vitals, then sat down besid

orry. The surgery was successful, we stopped the b

ing force. My baby. Gone. The tiny spark of hope, extingu

eyes immediately finding mine. He saw my tears, saw the nurse's grave expression, and understood. He said nothing, simply got up, pu

usband, a fierce, cold resolve hardened within me. This pain, this profound betrayal, would not

all, untouched paper bag on the bedside table. It w