Chapter 2
I broke down completely, burying my face in my hands as I sobbed.
I don’t know how long I cried before Damien pushed through the door, looking frantic. “Brooklyn, what are you doing here?”
He saw my tear–streaked face and frowned. “Did you… hear about Lucas?” He crouched down, reaching to wipe my
tears. I instinctively pulled away.
He sighed. “I know you’re heartbroken, but… maybe Lucas and our family just weren’t meant to be. We did everything we could.”
Everything you could? I stared at his gentle expression, wondering if any of that tenderness was real.
“We’re still young. We’ll have more children,” he said, trying to comfort me.
More children? I almost laughed bitterly. There would never be more. He wouldn’t allow it. And I’d never give him
another chance.
Seeing my silence, Damien continued: “You look so pale–you must be exhausted. Come on, let me take you for a
check–up.”
A check–up? High radiation. Sterilization. His words from outside the ICU flashed through my mind.
I instinctively backed away. “No need. I’ll just go home and rest.”
Damien’s eyes darkened. “Not happening. You’ve been at the hospital since giving birth without any proper recovery care. I’m worried about you. Be good–I’ve already arranged the best equipment and the top specialist.”
Without waiting for my answer, he scooped me up in his arms.
I struggled, but he only held me tighter. “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”
His voice was gentle as a spring breeze, but I knew that breeze carried a blade.
At the examination room door, he handed me over to the doctor and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Wait for me.”
I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him.
The examination room door clicked shut.
I passed out again.
When I woke up, the examination was over.
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Fight Miscarriages 1 stor I Discovered We Plate Blan
Chapter 2
I heard the doctor telling Damien: “Mr. Hawthorne, you can relax! Your wife’s uterus was exposed to high–intensity radiation for three solid hours–there’s absolutely no way she can get pregnant again!”
A wave of agony hit me, spreading from my abdomen through my entire body like fire and ice all at once. I curled up in a ball, shaking from the pain.
Damien scooped me up. “It’s over now. Let’s go home.”
I numbly closed my eyes, refusing to look at him anymore.
The whole ride back, he kept trying to comfort me: “Brooklyn, the test results look great–nothing major to worry about. You’re just exhausted.”
Back home, he carried me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, took off my shoes, and tucked me in. “Get some good sleep. I’ll make you some soup,” he whispered in my ear before leaving.
I closed my eyes as tears silently streamed down my face. His tenderness was like a suffocating net, but I knew what lay beneath it–a bottomless pit.
Late that night, Damien got up and left. I knew exactly where he was going–back to Sienna.
I made my way to his study. The keypad lock–Sienna’s birthday, of course.
The door opened.
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