The sickened luna’s last chance

Chapter 147

Ella

The pregnancy test results burned a hole in my pocket. Two pink lines on a small white stick, along with the official lab paperwork confirming what those lines meant.

I was carrying Alexander’s child..

For three days straight, I pulled that test out of my pocket and stared at it, trying to wrap my mind around the reality of what was growing inside of me. Three days of holding the proof in my hands while my husband avoided me like I had the plague.

Three days of looking at the abortion pamphlet and trying to decide what the hell I was going to do.

The first morning after our conversation about children, I’d woken to an empty bed and the distant sound of Alexander’s car leaving the driveway. He didn’t return until well after midnight, long after I’d already gone to bed.

The pattern continued. Early departures, late returns, and absolutely zero interaction between us during his brief moments at home. If Alexander had been avoiding me before our night together, he was actively fleeing from me now.

But despite his obvious revulsion at the idea of being a father, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it might be like. Late at night, when sleep wouldn’t come, I’d find myself picturing a little boy with Alexander’s green eyes, or a girl with my eyes but his fiery red hair.

I imagined teaching them to read in the garden, Lilith baking cookies for their birthdays, family dinners. I pictured Alexander lifting a toddler onto his shoulders.

The fantasies were so vivid and achingly beautiful that I’d wake with tears on my cheeks and an emptiness in my chest that made me feel like was drowning.

But then reality would come crashing back, just as it always did, when I would hear the subtle click of the door in the morning signalling Alexander’s departure.

This wasn’t the situation I’d dreamed of when I used to think about having children. I’d always imagined it would happen with a mate who loved me, in a household filled with warmth and security.

Not with a husband who could barely tolerate my presence and a marriage that was destined to end in rejection.

What kind of life would that be for a child? Growing up knowing their father had never wanted them? And that was assuming I even survived long enough for the baby to be born.

my own life right now-how could I ask it to sustain another? The one night of passion we’d

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in this baby, might have given me a temporary boost in energy, but without Alexander’s mark to complete

childbirth. Or worse, I could die before the baby was even viable, taking an innocent life

been staring at

Lilith standing in the doorway of my bedroom,

know what to do,” I admitted, setting

over and perched on the edge of my bed. “What does your

I keep it, I could die. And even if I survive,

said gently. “Men often change their minds when faced with the reality

asked about children. He looked horrified at the very thought. And now he won’t even

“Maybe he’s just processing-‘

gone, just as it always was. “He made his feelings perfectly clear. The contract says no children, and

for a moment. “So are

felt like glass in my throat, but I choked

wanted he to-but instead she just nodded. “I

nearly broke me. Once again, Lilith was the only person in my life who I could truly rely on to be there during my darkest moments. Hell, Liam hadn’t even been around since that rogue had kidnapped me. All I had was her, but I wouldn’t

sleepless night weighing my options. But by morning, my decision

health was so precarious, not when their father would see them as nothing more than an unwanted complication. A baby deserved better than what I could offer right

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Chapter 147

Evelyn was one of the hardest

the procedure,” I said without preamble when

Then: “Are you sure, Ella? This

even though I felt anything