Novels by Chyna Blue

~Emily“Are you sure about this, Emily?” Martha asked, standing behind me and watching me arrange my clothes into the suitcases.“I am, Martha,” I replied, my voice betraying me, trembling slightly.It had been over two weeks since we proceeded with the divorce, and the court would finally be dissolving the marriage today.And Henry?I didn’t know when last I saw him around the house and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had stopped caring about anything and everything that concerned him. The only thing I knew was that he had been cooperating with our lawyers.He had even sent me a text in the wee hours of this morning, telling me not to keep him waiting.I guessed he also couldn’t wait to end this sham of a marriage.My train of thought broke as I heard Martha sobbing. I paused what I was doing and turned, my heart breaking at the sight.“Martha,” I said softly.“Please, don’t leave.”“I have to,” I said with resolve.Deep down, I wished I could stay because of her, but Henry didn’t deserv

~EmilyI peeled my eyes open to the soft hum of machines around me and the subtle smell of antiseptic and something sterile.The fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling attacked my eyes, causing me to close them briefly, and when I reopened them, I wished I hadn’t, as the memories flooded back: my cries, Caroline’s words, the blood on the tiles…I gasped out loud, my hand flying over to my stomach. My heart sank. I couldn’t feel my child inside me anymore.“My baby.” A sob broke from my lips as I heard the door open and footsteps rush inside.Martha came into my line of sight. Her eyes were red, and there was a solemn expression on her face.“Where is my baby, Martha?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly. “Where is my little Tatum?”“I’m so sorry, Emily.” She shook her head, her voice cracking. “Tatum… he couldn’t make it.”“The doctors tried their best…”Martha’s voice grew distant as tears quietly fell from my eyes while I stared into the void, my mind rewinding everything that h

~EmilyMy eyes watered, seeing that my husband couldn’t at least pretend to have my back. But I forced the tears back, refusing to break.“Forgive her for my sake, Henry,” Caroline said, reaching for Henry and deliberately gliding her hand over his arm as she looked at me and said, “Pregnancy hormones sometimes make women say… insensitive things, right, Em?”I scoffed, shooting her a glare, sharp words burning like fire in my throat. I nearly spat them out. Henry’s warning came to mind, forcing me to stay calm.“She is a doctor and should know how to control that,” Henry said, speaking the most stupid words ever.“Indeed,” Caroline agreed, and I cursed her beneath my breath. “Speaking of doctors, my grandpa has been having a medical issue lately, and I think you are the best person to help him out.”“If your wife doesn’t mind, he’d like to see you right now. Alone.” She added, glancing at me to gauge my reaction, and I instinctively reached for Henry’s hand, stopping him from moving.

~Emily“Are you sure about attending the party?” Martha asked for the third time in maybe twenty minutes.I sat before the vanity in a sheer undergarment, applying simple makeup.“Yes, Martha,” I replied.She dropped the outfits I had picked out for the party on the bed and went silent for a moment.“You know,” she started carefully, as if scared of my reaction, “you can just stay back and rest and allow Sir Henry to attend the party alone.”If only she knew I had thought about that throughout the whole of last night, not wanting my request to attend the party to come off as insecure because Caroline would also be there.She had called Henry a couple of weeks back and invited him to her grandfather’s party, and honestly, I had been paranoid about it.“Going to the party with my husband is the only way I can be at rest, not staying at home,” I replied to Martha, earning a deep sigh from her.“I just…” She paused, sighing again. “I just have a bad feeling about it.”I turned away from t

~EmilyBy the time the wine lost its chill, so had my patience. I traced a hand over my rounded stomach, smoothing down the silk for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to distract myself from the tight knot forming in my chest.The door let out a soft squeal, and I turned quickly, heart lifting before I could stop it.A disappointed sigh, mixed with a hint of frustration, left me. Again, it wasn’t Henry. Not my husband.Rather, this time, it was an elderly couple, holding each other’s hands and looking all lovey-dovey while chuckling at something I honestly did not care to know.I set down my glass harder than intended, causing bits of the wine to spill onto the crisp table cover, but I barely noticed the mess as my mind reeled.Did he forget our anniversary?“Maybe something came up at the hospital,” said a small voice at the back of my mind, causing me to scoff quietly as I found the excuse utterly absurd.What exactly could have been so important compared to our two-year ann