“Darling, I’ve failed you… Let’s have another child, alright?”
Tears slid down his face, each one a silent plea.
For a fleeting moment, I was lost.
He seldom cried, and when he did, it was always because of me.
The first time was years ago, during a conversation about marriage.
Back then, I thought everything would fall into place.
But his mother insisted on tradition, having a child before marriage, and her words exploded
like a bomb, shattering any peace between our families.
My mother, never one to back down, took on the role of a fierce protector, her insults flying like daggers toward his mother.
Caught in the crossfire, we were helpless.
That day, we both cried.
With red eyes, he promised me he would marry me, even if it meant severing ties with his
own mother.
river.
Because of that, his mother was so furious that she threatened to throw herself into the
In the end, I couldn’t bear to watch him suffer, torn between us, so I made the decision to
have his child in secret, not telling my family.
In my mind, I painted a perfect picture.
Once the baby was born and we were married, it would be a happy ending. My parents, seeing my happiness, would no longer make things difficult for him.
But after a year of trying, nothing happened.
We went for tests, and the results revealed he had chromosomal issues.
Without hesitation, I volunteered for IVF.
Gratefully, he embraced me, his voice thick with emotion, vowing to stand by me through
every hardship.
During the first IVF cycle, I couldn’t sleep a wink after the ovarian stimulation shots, and my
body ached after the egg retrieval.
He stayed up with me, told me stories to distract me and shed tears in the quiet moments
when I couldn’t see.
At that moment, I knew I had chosen the right person.
With each failed IVF attempt, the pain never dulled, and his patience began to thin.
There were nights when my cries of pain broke through the silence, and he’d roll over, covering his ears with the blanket, his voice sharp.
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“Can’t you just bear it? Plenty of women go through IVF and get through it. Why are you so sensitive?”
The following day, his tired face would soften, and he’d mutter, “Darling, I’m just exhausted from work. I need a good night’s sleep.”
It sounded more like an excuse than an apology.
I was lost. Was this really the man who had once wept for me?
I tried to see things from his side. He was busy and tired, so it was only natural for his
patience to fray.
I told myself that after years together, this was just the reality of marriage, the ebb and flow
of life.
But that night, when I was desperate, begging him to take me to the hospital, only to be
shoved out into the icy streets, the biting wind slapped me awake.
This wasn’t the life I had envisioned.
I couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped in this endless cycle.
“Trent,” I said, my voice cold, “that day, when the doctor asked why I chose not to save the baby after all those attempts, I told them it was survival of the fittest. I wouldn’t force it
anymore.”
His tears fell harder, his voice breaking as he reached for me.
“Darling, you’ve been through so much…”
I pulled away from his embrace, my eyes unwavering as I spoke, “Actually, I wasn’t talking about the baby.”
His breath hitched.
“I was talking about you.”
“Trent, I don’t want you anymore.”
His body stiffened as if the very air had been stolen from his lungs.
For what felt like forever, he struggled to find his voice. “Don’t joke like that.”
I frowned, the distance between us widening.
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Darling, what happened on New Year’s Eve was my fault. I hurt you. But when you went to Lizzie’s apartment and cursed Lizzie out, you got your revenge, didn’t you?”
His eyes pleaded as if offering me a chance for resolution.
“If you’re still angry. I can bring her here so you can scold her in person.”
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