Now, as the video replayed on my phone again and again, I felt like my soul had been ripped apart.
Finally, I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The tears came like a flood, impossible to stop.
When Leon opened the door and entered the room, I quickly closed the video and wiped my tears, forcing myself to appear composed.
Seeing my reddened eyes, he froze, then hurried to my side. “Sharina, why are you crying?”
His voice was filled with concern as he gently wiped away my tears. I turned my face away. “It’s nothing. I just... feel sorry for the baby.”
Relief swept across his face. “It’s alright. We’ll have another baby.”
—
During the three days I spent in the hospital, Leon stayed by my side, attending to my every need with the utmost care.
When it was time to leave, he pulled up in my pink car, the one that was supposed to be mine and mine alone.
He stepped out and opened the passenger door for me.
What greeted me was a pair of black high heels resting on the floor mat.
I stared at the shoes, my heart sinking.
They weren’t mine.
Leon’s face turned pale. In a panic, he grabbed the shoes and tossed them into a trash bin nearby.