The Wrong Woman

After all, rising expectations often resulted in greater disappointment, ultimately leading to self-inflicted suffering.

Phoebe swiftly moved to Mila's side after completing the paperwork, clasping her hand tightly for reassurance. "Stay strong, Mila. You and the baby will make it through."

With urgency, the doctor called out, "Get her to the operating room quickly. We need to perform the surgery to deliver the baby..."

As the midwife began to move Mila's bed, another midwife exclaimed, "I can see the baby's head-it's coming out!"

The doctors and nurses surrounded Mila in the delivery room, their faces glowing with hope and anticipation. With words of encouragement, they guided Mila to push.

Phoebe remained by the edge of the delivery bed, her anguish evident as tears welled up in her eyes. "Mila, don't give up," she softly urged. "Both you and the baby will be fine. Hang in there..."

Mila bit her lower lip, fighting against the excruciating pain coursing through her body. Sweat glistened on her skin, her lips raw from the force of her bite.

With every ounce of strength, she gripped the bed's edge, her veins bulging with effort.

Despite the overwhelming pain, Mila persisted, determined to see it through. Then, in a sudden rush, the pain dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief.

escalated. "The baby's out! Quick, get ready

her eyes, Phoebe gently wiped the sweat from Mila's forehead, her voice trembling as she exclaimed, "Mila, the baby's arrived." Mila felt a numbness wash over her as she

fragile, covered in a sheen of sweat and blood, his tiny body tinged with purple. The doctor

moment, the pain intensifying with every beat. Yet, there was no sound

she strained to keep her gaze fixed on her baby that she carried for seven months. It felt as though her heart was being ground to pieces, the agony penetrating to her very

of doctors. "Retrieve

barely make out the frantic

baby's cry. In her heart, she pleaded for the

drifted into unconsciousness. In her

with happiness. A radiant

laughter filled the air, a soothing melody to Mila's

drew near to her baby, tenderly holding

her, his smile growing even more radiant and

I'm sorry. Please forgive Mommy for not protecting you. From now on, I'll keep you safe from harm. Will you come home with Mommy? "You haven't had the

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