The Unveiled Rose

Leaving the hospital room with Nigel trailing behind, his hesitance palpable, marked the end of an ordeal I never anticipated.

...

Shortly after their departure, my phone rang with a call from the nurse. She inquired, with a tone of delicate concern, about the post-miscarriage arrangements. It seemed they had initially tried to reach my partner to spare me the immediate distress but failed to connect

and had no choice but to inform me directly.

Despite my physical frailty, a consequence of a tragic fall that resulted in a miscarriage, the thought of not meeting my child, even in such a sorrowful context, propelled me to insist on going immediately.

Upon arrival, I signed the necessary paperwork and was handed a small box - the physical embodiment of a life that would never be.

Alone, I took a cab to the cemetery, where I secured a final resting place for my unborn child and ensured a proper farewell.

The logical next step was to leave, yet I found myself unable to move, sitting beside the grave in a solemn vigil. It was in this moment of profound grief that I realized the depth of my loss.

"Sweetheart, I promise you won't just vanish from this world," I whispered to the silent air, a vow meant for the departed.

...

Upon my return to the hospital, the sight of Leander standing by my bed greeted me. His concern was palpable as he grasped my arms, questioning where I had been.

My exhaustion was overwhelming, compounded by the physical toll of the miscarriage and the day's emotional endeavors. I shrugged off his touch, the coldness in my voice unmistakable.

Leander's dissatisfaction was evident. "Amara, you shouldn't have left without telling anyone... What if something had happened to you?"

His words, meant to be comforting, felt hollow.

I had no patience for pretense, responding curtly, "I'm an adult, Leander. I can take care of myself."

His attempt to soften the conversation with endearments did nothing to bridge the distance between us.

I turned away, seeking refuge in sleep, as he continued to speak, defending Nigel's innocence in the mishap that led to my fall.

But behind his words, I sensed a fear of accountability, not for Nigel, perhaps, but for Luna, whose malicious intent had set the tragedy in motion. If pursued, Luna could face serious legal consequences.

In the middle of the night, Leander came to me, trying to persuade me. I wondered who it was for.

I sneered and didn't want to listen to his endless chatter. So I took the initiative to interrupt him forcefully, "Just speak your mind directly."

Leander was silent for a long time before saying, "Luna's ex-husband became extremely aggressive after going bankrupt, and he often abused her. Previously, her ex-husband was abroad. But today, her ex-husband suddenly returned to the country." Oh? Does he plan to pursue and beat Luna?

Well, that's one way to seek revenge for my unborn child!

What a good person indeed...

I sat up and looked at Leander.

Leander looked at me with difficulty and said, "Her ex-husband hates her very much, and he will definitely try to get revenge on her now that he's back. To ensure her safety, I brought her into our house."C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.