“If I can’t sleep well, the baby won’t rest well either. Don’t you love him the most? For you and our baby, I have to drink it.”
Without giving me a chance to stop her, she lifted the glass and downed the milk in one swift motion.
Adriana... were you really that afraid my child would stand in Khalil’s way?
Or was it simply that, in your heart, only a child with him was worth having?
I shut my eyes in despair.
Not even thirty minutes later, the effects of the drug began to show. Adriana curled up on the bed, her body trembling in agony, sweat pouring down her face.
She had barely finished her call to her private doctor when he stepped through the door—as if he had been waiting right outside the whole time.
Even though I’d been through this seven times before, losing another child still felt like having my heart torn apart.
In a daze, I heard the doctor say, “Sir, this time, the bleeding was more severe than any of the previous miscarriages. I’m afraid her reproductive system may be permanently damaged. She likely won’t be able to conceive again.”
I felt the blood in my veins freeze. My hands went ice-cold.
Adriana said nothing. Her eyes were red as she looked at me with guilt.
“Allen, please don’t worry. Even if we can’t have children, I still love you. I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.”
This woman—who had grown up as a pampered heiress—had just suffered another miscarriage, and yet she held my hands against her chest, gently trying to warm them with her own body. Even in sleep, she refused to let go.
Late that night, she murmured in her sleep, “Khalil, don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure you get the happiness you deserve.”
The tears I had been holding back finally burst forth.
At our wedding, she had also promised to give me happiness.
But now I see—it was just a lie to stop me from interfering with Khalil.
And I realized, everything about our marriage had been one enormous, cruel joke.
Inhaling sharply, I sent a message to my childhood friend overseas.
[You mentioned wanting me to travel the world with you. I’ve made up my mind. I’ll come find you in Australia the day after tomorrow.]
As I put down my phone, the pain in my chest became unbearable.
I had just lost another child—and this time, it had been murdered by his own mother.
I locked myself in the bathroom, memories of the past three years with Adriana flashing through my mind.
Silent tears slid down my face.