His Wife's Secret, His Burning Rage

were tinged with pitying glances. News traveled fast in a hospital, and the sight of Sophia, radiantly pregnant and clinging to Mark

edical report. He picked it up, his hands stead

, 4 days. Fetal cardiac anomaly confirmed. High-risk. He scanned the blood type, the genetic markers. Everything confirmed what he already kn

ying. The pain in his chest was a dull, constant ache, a pressure that

ws, scrolling through her phone. She looked up as h

ort say? Is the baby okay?" she

fe inside her. There was no thought for the man standi

he said, his voice flat and devoid of emoti

pleaded, her hand once again res

their first pregnancy. His own child. He remembered the night he came home to find Sophia pal

He had wept. Sophia, however, had be

sat by her hospital bed. "Don't be so dramatic. It was

up to shock, to her own way of processing grief. Now,

give them privacy. Sophia's phone, left on the bedside table, began to ring. It w

y, I was so

wanting to hear any more. But h

obscene in the sterile hospital corridor. "I'm being careful. I'm not going to do something

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begged her not to go, told her it was too risky. She had laughed it off, calling him an old man. "It's for a bit

e had happened

had risked their child, his child, for a c

g for breath, the cold, sterile tiles pressing against his back. The entire foundation of his life, his