Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death by Beanie Gold

For some reason, Xavier's heart raced as he pushed through the crowd, anxiously searching for her. It wasn't until he spotted her at the checkout counter that he felt relieved. After paying, Yvette went home to cook and rest.

Now that she was pregnant, she was determined to protect this child with everything she had.

After working on some sheet music for a while, Yvette lay back in her recliner, listening to music and reading, gently placing her hand on her belly and whispering, "Baby, grow strong and healthy."

At that moment, her phone rang. When Yvette picked it up, she saw an unfamiliar text message with a gruesome picture.

Her phone nearly dropped as her hand trembled. Assuming it was a prank, she deleted the message without much thought.

Later that night, as darkness fell, there were faint noises outside. Being the light sleeper that she was, Yvette was soon awakened by the sound. She walked into the living room, asking, "Who's there? "Xavier, is that you?"

As she had changed the lock, she thought that Xavier was making all that noise because he couldn't come in.

But as soon as she spoke, the outside noises ceased.

Yvette peered through the peephole. There was no one outside.

Feeling uneasy, she returned to her bedroom and secured the door with an object.

Even though she went back to bed, she couldn't sleep when she recalled the disturbing photo from earlier in the day.

Since her hearing aid was broken and the direct communication device with Ray had been sent for repairs, Yvette could only contact Ray by phone now.

"Ray?"

"I'm here."

Could you come over for a bit?"

"I'm on my way."

up the phone, he stepped out

didn't notice the man sneaking

door, heard the commotion from Yvette's side. He then thought he heard her

told her to call her if she needed anything a few

had come to

himself in the full-length mirror, and

house first. He listened to her talk

trying to

the lock tonight.

about to head out, he heard a knock on

the door, he opened it, only to

as he looked at the stranger

fists, composed himself, and turned to Yvette. "Ms.

door. She thought that

now. You should get some rest," she

glanced at Xavier

door behind him. "Who's

none of your business," came the familiar

was nearly uncontrollable as he hissed, "You're coming back to

gaze wavered slightly. "I'm not going