The Wife He Destroyed, Reborn

he dull, rhythmic beep of a machine. My ey

staring out at the city lights. He looked

ead. There was no concern in his

e," he said,

rp, cramping pain was gone, replaced by a hollow

I whispered, m

h your games, Ava. The doctor said you' re fine. Just a few bruises. This little stunt

icked his own pregnant wife in the stomach, and h

uneral?" I asked, a bitter laugh bubbling in my throat. "

since Chloe came back. You' re jealous. You can' t stand that

kbook, the gesture so

transferring five percent of the company' s shares to your name. It' s more m

ught he could solve everything with money. My mother' s death, his

broken, hysterical, full of ten years of pain and hum

t replacement. I had swallowed my pride and my pain, hoping that one day he would see m

I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first ti

oice steady and clear.

jaw dropping in genuine shock. He had expected tears, plea

if he' d never heard the word b

Chloe glided in, carrying a bowl of some steaming

e bowl on the table next to the check. "She' s just upset. I made her s

ile on me. "You should drink it,

, "You' re refusing to take the medicine. Is there a reason? Perhaps you' re worried it mi

icker of suspicion crossing his face. He remembered my previous pregnancies, the ones he' d for

Drink it," he commanded, his voice leaving no room

already lost one child. I couldn' t lose

sion. I took the bowl from hi

e,"

ter and foul. Chloe watched me with a satisfied

o the private bathroom. I knelt before the toilet and forced my fingers down my t

g and sweating, praying I had been qui

te of high alert, every twinge and cra

in my abdomen. It was different from before, more inte

nurse, but no one came. I tried ag

hing, I needed help. I fumble

. "What is it now, Ava?" he slurred,

ped, the pain making it hard to spe

In the background, I coul

hang up. She' s just trying to get

id, his voice cold. "Stop

e hun

indifference, broke something inside me. He

t no one was co

e. I pulled the IV from my arm. I had to

nt my feet touched the floor, the pain intensified, an

ted to

a trail of blood behind me. The world was a blurry tunnel of pain.

r miles. My strength was failing. The b

bones. My last conscious thought was a silent, de

so

expecting to find me sleeping, he found an empt

commotion at the end. Doctors and nurses we

evere hemorrhage and a second-trimester miscarr

been p

ad lost