Abigail said, ‘ You weren’t there when Tommy was born… Did you miss out again?”
Diarmuid crumbled right then!
Diarmuid leaned in and gathered Abigail tightly in his arms. “Let’s go home when you’re better, Abigail. Tommy is waiting.”
Abigail was taken aback even as an ominous feeling seized her.
‘Why are you being evasive?” she rasped.
“Diarmuid simply could not bring himself to tell her that their child was lost, and he was perfectly aware that she would feel even more miserable than he did.
After all, it grew inside her body…
‘L-Look, I know things looked bad, but I’m already eight months in. The child could have survived even if it came prematurely!”
Her voice was choking with tears even as she tried to keep it together. ’ You can’t tell me that we lost our child… I won’t believe you!”
I don’t believe it either…” Diarmuid whispered even as he brushed his cheek against hers.
There was wetness over their skin, but there was no telling whose tears it was.
Nonetheless, Diarmuid had said enough-their child was gone, and Abigail’s body trembled with agitation while her face turned pale.
“You said you wanted a daughter, and I hoped so too… She came while I was focused on my career, and we had Tommy already.Even so, I accepted her, and loved her…”
Her lips trembled as her voice broke.
“Urgh…” She suddenly felt a warmness over her groin.
“What’s wrong?” Diarmuid could tell that something was off, but he could not see the blood beneath her blanket.in the basement…”
Diarmuid’s eyes were red as he squeezed her hand. “I remember. I was furious, thinking that you tried to run away from me.”
Abigail pursed her lips. “After surviving that, I was able to survive this… Our child has to be as strong as me. So I won’t believe anything else-I know that she’s fine. Do you get it?”
Diarmuid held her hand and kissed it firmly. “Yes.”
The doctor entered just then and asked, “Is there a problem?”
Diarmuid rose to his feet right then. Releasing Abigail’s hand, he lifted the blanket and immediately saw the blood!
As he slowly lifted the rest, he saw that there was a pool of red beneath her, drenching the sheets!
“Postpartum hemorrhage. Prep the patient for surgery, stat.”
The hospital staff promptly wheeled Abigail to the operating room, leaving Diarmuid standing.
The bloody sight seemed to stick before his eyes, and Abigail lay frailly within that pool of crimson, barely breathing…
As if she would leave him at any moment!
No way! She would be fine!
Or he would fall apart!
“Abigail!” he cried as he dashed out of the ward, lunging to her side to hold her again. “Stay with me, please?”
Abigail smiled despite much difficulty. “I will. I’m fine…”
“Calm down-please don’t get in the way. Any minute of delay is putting her at risk.”
The medical staff quickly pried Diarmuid away from Abigail, and he could only watch as she was wheeled into the operating room again.
There was no telling the outcome.
He could stop breathing just then.
She kept toeing the line between life and death, while he could not do anything!
He punched the wall in impotent rage!
He had always been high and mighty, and he would never hang his head because that was the look of a loser.
But he was doing just that.
Diarmuid hung his head. His hand, bleeding from his joints, dangled limply at his side.He suddenly looked up.
Their child.
Their child was the reason Abigail was bleeding now.
She was a doctor, and she claimed that their child was fine. Could there be a mistake?
He had been too preoccupied with Abigail’s safety to notice, but at eight months, their child would be fully developed.
But the doctors never showed him a thing.
And he would see it-dead or alive!
He whipped out his phone and called Sammy. “I need a favor…”
Back at Zidonia, Ember found herself naked on a large bed within a hotel room, with her body covered with hickies.
She rubbed her temples firmly to figure out what was wrong.She then remembered receiving a text from Zachary, asking her out on a date at a bar.
It was rare for him to ask her out, so she dressed up especially for the occasion.
However, Zachary was not around when she arrived, though a man came up to her, asking, “Are you waiting for Zachary?”
“Yes… And you are?” Ember asked, never having seen that man before.
The man grinned. “I’m a friend of his.”
Ember nodded in understanding. “I see.”
“Shall we wait for him together?” the man proposed, and she agreed to it.
The man then poured him a glass of wine, and she drank it without thinking.
The rest was a blur.
Was Zachary the one who left these hickeys on her?
The thought that they did it left her blushing, and that was when she noticed the splashing sounds from the bathroom.
She looked up, and could vaguely see a figure behind the matte glass.
While Ember shyly lowered her gaze, the front door suddenly swung open with a loud bang!
Startled, she looked up and found herself gaping.
Zachary was standing at the front door!
Then who was the one in the bathroom?!
Finally realizing what had gone wrong, she panickedly got off the bed, wrapping the bed sheet around herself since she had no clothes on.” Listen, I wasn’t cheating on you-‘
Zachary never loved her, but definitely felt sick at the sight. “I never knew that you were this terrible, Ember.”
“No, I’m not-“
“Ember?” The man in the bathroom stepped out just then and grinned at Ember. “Are you satisfied? Honestly, you’re quite the moaner-“
“Shut the fuck up! Get out of here!” Ember screamed hysterically.
The man simply picked up his clothes, muttering to himself, “Dumped, just like that-to think that you were clinging on to me so hard last night…”
Ember was on the verge of tears. “You have to listen to me, Zachary-I never did anything he said…”
“Still going to argue? After all that?” Zachary’s eyes were cold.
Having to prove her innocence, Ember quickly reached for her phone. “But it was you who asked me out last night…”
Be that as it may, she searched repeatedly but never found Zachary’s message.
Did someone delete it? Could it be that man just now?
“Do you have anything else to say?” Zachary asked.
Ember finally realized that she had fallen for someone’s trap. But whose?!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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