Chapter 72 ~ A shattered soul

ATHENA

The weight of his words presses down on me like a crushing avalanche, suffocating me with each syllable. His words... his accusations... they pierce through my already fragile heart like daggers.

The pain from labor suddenly feels numb as compared to how much he has injured me.

"Not his face, and certainly not his grave."

The pain that erupts in me is unimaginable.

I can't breathe.

It feels like the air is stolen from my lungs, the very oxygen I need to survive now out of reach.

I look down at the divorce papers he's just thrown at me, the words on the page blurring as my tears pool in my eyes. My vision goes foggy. Everything around me seems distant, unreal, like I'm watching this whole scene unfold from far away.

Did he really just say that? Did he truly believe that I could kill our son? That I could willingly harm the child I carried for so long?

I don't know how much time passes. It feels like a lifetime in this silence, this unbearable stillness.

The tension between us, thick and suffocating, builds with every passing second, my heartbeat hammering in my chest. But it's not my heartbeat that I hear. It's the sound of my own soul breaking, shattering, splintering under the weight of his accusations.

"Alex, please..." I whisper again, my voice raw, fragile. I try to reach for him, but he takes a step back, his face contorted with disgust.

He turns, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he heads for the door. I don't know how to stop him. I don't know how to make him understand that I didn't do this.

I would never do this.

I want to scream, to run after him, but I can't bring myself to move. The pain is too much, the reality of what's happening too overwhelming. I don't want to lose him. I don't want to lose Rayen, even though he's already gone.

"Alex, please." I plead.

with myself if I can't even send

This is cruel!

in my tone. But he doesn't

slams behind him, and I am left standing in the wreckage of everything I've

just minutes ago. What

give way, and I collapse onto the bed, clutching the divorce papers in my hands as though they might somehow provide me with the

will heal the wounds that Alex has

the echoes of his words, the weight of the

where my son's smile should

one a bitter reminder

this....." I whisper into the

if anyone

he comes to his senses. I'm angry, broken, and shattered, but I also

like no matter how much I explain, no one will hear me.

thought of it sinks my heart to

hard and complicated? How come I never have anyone to lean on when

a criminal or a great sinner in my past life that nothing

my shoulders shake while I grip my shirt

It doesn't.

to my room. Not a nurse, not a doctor

do whatever it takes to

I can't explain

lay down, unable to go back on the bed and I don't

in my body locking in place as

heart stutters

of hope

me. expect to

there, but instead, a stranger steps through

vel

His presence is sostarkly different from

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