Beneath his seemingly selfless love, he had buried the corpses of my parents, my entire life and now, perhaps even the life of the child growing inside me. As that thought struck me, my trembling hands instinctively rested on my abdomen. Inside me, lay the child I had yearned for over three long years, yet it was also the child of my enemy.
I was so lost in the sea of despair that I did not take notice the moment Blake entered the room and saw me crumpled on the cold floor.
"Julie, the floor is cold. What happened to you? Are you feeling unwell?” he asked urgently. The overflowing concern in his eyes was so visible, just like they had been doing for the past five years.
Over the past five years, Blake had shown me nothing but devotion. Every cough, every slight discomfort and he would spend sleepless nights by my side.
I lowered my gaze, unwilling to meet his affectionate eyes as I said, “It’s nothing. Maybe because I was pregnant and felt uncomfortable, I did not stand properly just now."
He let out a sigh of relief and gently helped me up from the floor.