erd, I hear
o hear his name ringing in my head–Shane Shepherd. It coul
my dad, and stuck through him during difficulties. I
he could screw,
xhausted to spare her a glance, I just wanted to be in the arms of my lover and spend this tragi
sign the divorce pa
st go to hell!" I screamed, running out from the corridor and going left. I leaned against the wall, my body slipp
attended to me right now and behind him was a green stretcher, with several nurses rolling it.
id. "Your mother is having a miscarriage. Call your father o
the trickles of blood on the whi
to my palms and my knuckles turning white. I spotted her handbag on the grou
easing. I tapped on the number with the name, Shane Hubby and switched it to call. "Pick u
an easy death. It was just too easy for her to die
pes of him picking up however was met wit
ter or better still leave a voicemail." I groaned, clutching to the cellph
ith Shane, reading through it,
usband, Richard and then I have news I have been wanting to let you know; I
eeling from the shock that my mother could have been cheated from the tone of her chat. I was curious t
arely his response anywhere. I then darted over to the hallway, the d
ternally, my mood worsening. It wasn't in my power to ask the baby to
d to make that decision by himself. And then, I looked sideways thr
lancing at the wristwatch. If I stayed any longer, the wedding would
sea and the devil himself with no w
nd if I severe the baby, she will fall into a deep coma due to hypox
ice, I want the ba
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d. I raised up my gaze to my buzzing phone, seeing the hundreds of phone c
barely able to regis
on't blame me for calling off the engagement. Lau
screen and lowered my head, my tears trickling down
dy lost my father, I can't lose you." I kept on muttering some sort of consoling wo
to say, after all, this day couldn't
r months heavily pregnant and the child was growing on her
more. If she died, he should just say it, why did he have to pu
ow long she will wake up. It might take a whole year and six months. Please prepare for the wors
hane this time around to fucking tell