s just about to fall into a deep slumber

d. Memories of the betrayal flooded my mind. I wante

remembered your wife is here?" I ask

ry, my love; I was caught up with work,"

orted. My anger was beginning to surface; if only I didn't know

, but still, I have to fulfill my responsibiliti

u should be sorry for what you did, fool. My

his eyes pleading

e forgiveness. You deserve to suffer like I have." I

s reaction of yours is too mu

escalate, the door opened, and Dr. Jeff and

ft the room, but all the same,

smile. "How are you feeling today?" I smiled too, know

wanting to get into the details of m

ow are you holding up?" Dr.

ed, his expression turning serious.

d news is that she will make a full recovery physically. However, due to the accident,

d to sheer devastation, and only after what Jeff said did I remember I was pregnant. I looked

id she become pregnant?" Brett

e to her reproductive system," Dr. Jeff explained. Oh, the reproduct

as never pregnant," Brett said

ar children again because she just l

ce. I saw tears welling up in his eyes, and it ange

," I said, turning

art had been ripped out of my chest. All my dreams of being a mother and

e. It was a symbol of our love, or so I thought. Now, it was

was too much to bear. I wanted to scream, to shout

s Brett. He had ruined my life, my dreams, and my fut

k of fury. He was a sight to behold in his anger—tall, with piercing blue eyes and a muscular build that spoke of hours spent in the gym. His s

" I asked him, my voi

t?" he asked through gritted tee

t. And I lost the baby as wel

could you? I was supposed to have an heir, a son who would

his bloodline. I knew that he wanted an heir; I knew I was just a baby-making machine, but I don't think he would be this cruel

accident, Brett. And why are you acting like it

n give me an heir, and you call yourself a mate? A