You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

A few days later.

The Heath residence.

It was night. Outside the glass windows, the winter rain was making a rustling sound, and the cold wind was whistling.

Charlotte lay in bed, looking out the window. The naked branches were unable to withstand the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind, and the jagged shadows of the trees reflected on the window, looking distinctly horrible.

She had fallen asleep and was awakened by a violent coughing fit. Turning on the light, she sat up and looked at the time. Surprisingly it was just after 9 pm.

After the miscarriage, her body had not been able to recover. Athough the bleeding was not as worse as before, it had never stopped, and she could smell a vague and constant odor.

She knew in her heart that this time, her body has suffered a huge trauma, and the possibility of having children in the future had been zero.

After a long time without getting

so much that tears fell from her eyes

she wouldn't be beaten up at will. And now,

pick up on her. When things did not go well for him, a night of fists and kicks would be a sure thing.

had done to annoy him. He used his belt directly

floor. She lifted up her sleeve and looked at the

she lived a life worse

sick body, without any dignity, and

felt like he's going to get

leaf in the wind. With a miscarriage that wouldn't heal and a badly infected lung she wouldn't live

wept bitterly, running out of breath in a flash. She cried so hard that her voice was hoarse. Even when she was growing up in an orphanage, she had never suffered as much as she did

usually slept in the living room all the time, taking care