Betrayal and Regret: The Donna Lost Her Child Chapter 09
He left, reluctantly.
My world finally went quiet again.
But my heart couldn’t settle.
Because the baby was premature, he had to stay in an incubator right after birth.
I’d barely even looked at him. How could he just…?
His face flickered through my mind. I could still feel the ghost of holding him.
I slowly reached out my hand, trying to feel that sensation again. But there was nothing there.
That emptiness broke me all over again. I muffled my sobs into the pillow.
Through the small window in the door, I saw Ryan’s worried face pressed against the glass.
I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want him to see me. I buried my head under the covers.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, tried to numb myself.
But I tossed and turned. Sleep wouldn’t come.
That evening, Ryan pushed open the door again.
If I couldn’t chase him off, fine.
Once I recovered, I’d leave. He’d never find me again.
He spoke carefully, testing the waters.
“Grace, I brought you dinner. I made it myself. Something healthy.”
He opened the containers one by one.
I just watched coldly.
In all our years of marriage, I’d never known that this man who handled guns every day could cook.
The first time I found out was when Chloe first moved into our house.
Ryan spent an entire afternoon cooking an elaborate meal, just to make her smile.
But he wouldn’t let me eat any of it. He handed me a credit card and told me to find a restaurant on my own.
He said that dinner was a welcome gift for Chloe.
I cried on the street all day because of that.
I knew Ryan didn’t value me. Throwing a tantrum was useless-it only made him despise me more.
My thoughts were interrupted by the food he was holding up to my mouth.
I took the bowl.
“I’ll feed myself. You can go.”
The words died on his lips. Seeing my resolute expression, he sighed heavily and turned to leave.
He paused at the door.
“Make sure you eat.”
I had no reason to punish my own body. I still had things to do.
After I finished eating, I contacted the family Consigliere and asked him to draft a divorce agreement.
I’d take every cent that was rightfully mine.
Days passed like this. About ten of them. Ryan brought me every meal, then left.
But he didn’t really leave. He stayed right outside, where I couldn’t see him, watching over me.
When I was well enough, I prepared to be discharged.
On the day of my discharge, Ryan came into the room and bustled around packing my things.
When he finished, he held out his hand.
“Grace, let me take you home.”
I looked at his hand with pure contempt. Then I handed him the divorce agreement.
“Divorce me. We never have to see each other again.”
Ryan was stunned. He never imagined I’d ask for a divorce. I used to love him so much.
He stared blankly at the divorce papers in my hand, speechless.
Right then, Chloe burst through the door.
Her eyes were red and swollen. She hadn’t looked away from Ryan since she walked in.
She collapsed dramatically into his arms, her voice sickly sweet.
