"Rachel, I never regret anything," he replied.
I chuckled bitterly—my own foolishness on display.
"Kaden, you've been hurt by other women, so now you're taking that pain out on me, right?"
Kaden didn't respond.
Exhausted both physically and emotionally, I left the operating room.
I was supposed to gain a family member, but now that wasn't going to happen.
It wasn't my choice. Whether I loved or hated Kaden, I wanted a child.
I wanted to be with him and to remind myself repeatedly that I wasn't alone.
But in the past six months, I had been taking medication for heart pain and asthma complications, making it impossible to guarantee the health of the baby.
So, the child would never come into this world.
I called Kaden. "Kaden, take me home. This is the last time. After this, we're done."
"Where are you?" Kaden's voice was tinged with annoyance.
"Rachel, I'm in the middle of signing a contract…"
I closed my eyes, realizing that my call was poorly timed.
"Rachel, go home by yourself. As for the divorce…"
I took a deep breath.
Kaden, our relationship will end up like Margaret and Armand's.
The more you torment me, the more you'll owe me when you finally understand the truth.
