Til Revenge Do Us Part

lie'

ing on the couch, holding a drink, looking worn out. But as soon as

ed right away, his voic

swering, trying to calm myself

up with hope. "Really?" he asked, almost as if he coul

plant could save you... but we need to move quickly-I'm in my third trim

nk down. "Risks? I don't w

couldn't back down. "It's our only op

voice softened, but there was a certain sharpness to it. "I don't wa

"And I'm willing to do this for you. For us. I d

, he exhaled slowly, his expression filled with a mix of concern and doubt. "I don't

n my chest. "I'm sure. But what do

ingered for a

I added, my voice softening, the weight of everything press

all sigh. "I just want you to be careful, Natalie. For the sake of our

d me to the bedroom, and we curled up under the covers. He pulled me close, wrapping

he murmured, his voi

ding a little comfort despite everything. We both f

.

gold across the room. I woke up early, feeling anxious about what was to come. I looked at Damie

went through our morning routine quietly, the silence of th

ssure him. I wanted him to know we were in this together. I trie

Lying on the operating table, my hand resting on my belly, I closed my eyes and whispered

o me, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank yo

o stay strong. "We'll get

.

part of me ached like I'd been pushed down a building. But despite the exhaustion, a small sense of relief washed over me wh

at felt like forever. There had been no complications for me, for Dami

e, and my body was taking its time to heal. Even though I tried to s

gth coming back. It was a relief to see him doing better, but as much as I wanted him to get the rest he needed, I insisted he return

ith a small smile. "You need

ery day," he promised, kissin

.

ke a storm. Despite feeling physically better after the transplant, unease still consumed me. Damien's

to hold my hand and make everything feel okay again. I hadn't heard from him in days. His calls had stopped, his texts w

y thoughts. I looked up, feeling a sense of