I looked online and saw so many photos of newborns-wrinkled, scrunched-up,

honestly not very cute at all.

I really hope our baby is a beautiful little angel.

Forgive me for being so shallow, okay?

Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

That day, Nanette and I went to The Fitzgerald Group. I was standing by the door when I overheard what you said.

You said...

At this point, Victor noticed the dried streaks of tears on the letter.

He knew-his Isadora must have cried her heart out writing these words.

A crushing ache tightened around Victor's chest. His lips trembled, tears slipping

from reddened eyes and falling silently onto the page.

After a long moment, Victor forced himself to keep reading.

It's not true that I don't mind.

But I believe in your love for me.

So I guessed-you must have said those things on purpose, right?

That's why, more than being upset, I felt worried and uneasy.

your chest bandaged in white but

You looked absolutely awful!

letting you

You hear me?

you. The only thing I can do is

just how women

isn't real, my heart still aches, little by

become

want to scold me-wondering why I've got so many crazy thoughts running

sad now? Do you feel guilty for making me

you have to be good to me for

I want to

don't have to tell me

me be the one who trusts

me be the one to forgive

in that envelope felt like a blade—gentle, yet sharp enough to carve him open, again and

hand in both of his, pressing it to his brow.

suddenly felt a warm

then slowly

saw him sitting

face drawn and haggard He

than she did,

woke, and

sudden thought struck her. She glanced down at her now-flat belly. "The baby— where is

she'd drifted into unconsciousness, she'd

"Our daughter's

a shaky breath. "That's good.

eyes so full of things unsaid. "You will. As

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