a's
t. "We've successfully evacuated the baby from your womb.... but I'm afraid there are some complications. Going forward you have to be
to talk but no words came out. So I just nodded slowly, trying so hard not to
ou can be discharged now. Where is your hus
r telling me he had to take care of some business deals. He should b
at, so I lied, "He quickly st
of the room after checkin
streamed down, hot against my cheeks, fingers curling tightly ar
ay of my baby-the one I never got the chance to meet. I trailed my fin
dding anniversary. It was the happiest day of our lives and we looked forward to becoming parents. But a week
y baby from the complication of using an overdose of abortion pi
using any. How did an abortion pill get into my system, just how? Why would
n abortion pills but I couldn't think of anyone. Other than Bryan, Selena-my b
losing my life for somethin
ed by the pungent smell of the hospital, felt haunted by the sterile cold walls-They we
h trembling fingers, I swiped the screen open, dialing Bryan. It ran
ed sigh, slamming the phone on the bed. Maybe h
the hospital robe into a loose dress and packed my few belongings. I ma
ackseat. I heaved deeply, resting my head on the door as different th
ved." He was staring back at me weirdly and that tells me he's been cal
dollars from my purse, handing the
" He gave a g
smile, st
nside, I was surprised to see Bryan's car parked at the garage. If he was home, why
e living room. The air in there was
hallway. My heart twisted. No, no, n
I walked down the hallway, the open bedroom door exposing more than I co
here
cherish me. The man who was supposed to
behind. In our matrimonial home
to the bedsheets like a lifeline, her moans rev
forbidden sight playing out before me felt like a dagg
inch. He didn't bother to cover himself. He didn't look ashamed. He
at
urred my
over her chest, but then her expression soon s
ached casually for his pants, pulli
lm. Cold. Like I had just walked
was
all he ha
at the hospital and he was
lder, my knees barely holding me upright. "How... how cou
"You were becoming irritating. Always t
art c
stood. "Yes.... Lisa. Do you think Brya
What the hell
uccessful and won't submit to him," she c
ll the bills without complaints since I had a well paying jo
supposed t
oposal of his, clothe him, feed him and y
desk, picked up a brown enve
e divorce papers. Sign them. I
ke it was a live bomb. My f
like blood. "Why would you do this to
s your dream, not mine. You really think you can tie me do