Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 132

“Sorry, I stumbled upon it by accident.”

Mark’s voice was gentle as he apologized and then explained how he came to know.

It all started when Christine posted about my car accident and hospital stay on Facebook. He asked for my room number, planning to visit me today.

But when he arrived at the hospital, he happened to overhear a nurse talking about me. Not only was I injured, but I had also miscarried, and shockingly, I was discharged on the same day.

I pressed my lips together, “So, you got into a fight with him…”

“It was just a heat of the moment thing.”

Mark brushed it off lightly, giving me a warm glance, “How about you? How have you been these past few days?”

“It’s hard to say.”

I looked down, suddenly finding the words, “I used to dream of a perfect marriage with him. Then, when I got pregnant, I couldn’t wait for the baby to arrive, to become the center of my world, my only family. But now.”

I gave a bitter smile, “I don’t even know what’s left worth holding onto.”

Everything felt meaningless.

My hand instinctively touched my stomach, where no child would ever call me “Mom” again.

Mark’s expression suddenly turned serious, and he pulled the car over to the side of the road, looking at me intently, “Jane, are you sick?”

taken aback for a moment before shaking my head, “No, just feeling a bit emotional,”

lost so much in just a few days. Timothy, my child, they were the most

Mark didn’t seem to

we got to the office and I came down with a storage box, he helped me put it in

quick bite on the way. I’ll take

to?” I

voice was clear and

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some ointment first.”

handed him some bruise cream I had picked up from the office’s

but I guessed his fight with Bryant was somehow because

and began to apply the ointment in the

carefully stored the

“It’s nothing.”

this was the least I could

remembered how, during my college days, fast food was my-to for venting negative emotions.

finishing the meal and tidying up the trash, I realized we were headed towards the suburbs. The quiet of the outskirts was more calming than the city’s noise.

window, I gazed out, unaware of the tears that had started

go of the child, and what made it

of this world.