His Blind Wife, His Regret

came in late, reeking of Chloe's perfume. He didn't speak to me, just undres

It wasn't the first time, but tonight it felt worse, more insistent

e tight with pain. "I don't

The soft, rhythmic tapping of fingers on a phone screen. I saw

ed again, a note of d

t pregnancy cramps, Ava. Take one of th

ignoring my pain, because he

phone, that I was still the blind, helpless woman he co

the pain in my heart was a raging inferno. I slid ou

y to the guest room-Chloe's room. The door w

sitting on the edge of the bed in a silky nightgown. He was k

pulling away slightly. "Having to see her every day

ed, stroking her hair. "Just a lit

e's voice was a breathy whisp

nty. "She's blind and deaf to the world, Ch

y lips. He was so wrong. I saw

and I swayed, my hand bumping agains

e room, t

that?" Chl

ease crossed his face. He glanced toward the door. For a moment, I sa

eck, pulling his face back to hers. "Don't t

one, replaced by the familiar obses

into my brain. The pain in my belly was sharper now, a

tstand, my hands shaking so badly I could barely open it

em, create a scene, and be dragged through

k of my baby. This chi

, deaf, foolish wife for a little while longe

l my baby was bor

uld walk away from this house

vast, empty void where my heart used to be. He was n