SEIRRAS'S POINT OF VIEW I never knew what it truly meant to lose a child until now. They always said pain leaves an imprint, but this… this was different. It wasn’t just an imprint—it was a hollowing, a tearing out of a part of my soul I didn’t even know could ache this much. That baby… my baby… was supposed to be my everything. My reason. My companion. The one who would never leave me. I had already begun to imagine little fingers curling around mine, soft cries filling the silence of my nights, laughter echoing in the halls of this house that often felt too big, too cold. I had pictured a future where, even if love betrayed me, even if the world turned its back, I would have them. I would have my child. And now… some faceless, heartless, anonymous hand had taken it away from me. At a wedding, of all places. A wedding I should never have attended. My stomach tightened as if the mere thought alone could unravel me. I should’ve stayed home. I should’ve listened to that nagging
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW I left the hospital for a while because I couldn’t just sit there, watching Seirra drift in and out of tears. She needed strength, comfort… but more than anything, she needed someone to remember she still had to live. And if that person had to be me, then I would do it—no matter how much it broke me inside. I went home and forced myself into the kitchen. Every movement felt heavy. I made a small meal—something light, something warm she could actually eat. I kept thinking about her face, pale against the hospital pillow, her eyes swollen from crying. The thought of her breaking down again nearly tore me apart. When I got back, I walked into the room quietly. She was curled up, her arms crossed tightly around herself as though she was trying to hold the pieces of her world together. “Hey,” I whispered, setting the bag down on the small table beside her bed. Her head lifted, and despite everything, her lips trembled into the faintest smile when she saw me
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The words kept ringing in my head, shattering me over and over again. She lost the baby. I never thought five words could weigh this much, feel this heavy, pierce this deep. When Becca and I finally made our way into Sierra’s room, my legs felt like they weren’t mine anymore. Every step felt dragged, like I was walking through mud that wanted to pull me down and bury me there. She lay there—fragile, pale, but still alive—and that alone should’ve been enough to hold me together. But the way her eyes darted toward us, the way her lips trembled as she tried to form the question I was terrified of hearing, made my chest ache so badly I could barely breathe. Her voice was weak, but sharp enough to cut through me. “Where’s… my baby?” I froze. My throat tightened. Becca was beside me, and I felt her hand clutch mine before slipping away. She couldn’t even hold it together. She broke down first—soft, helpless sobs that filled the room. Sierra’s eyes widened at the
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The doctor’s lips moved, but for a moment, I couldn’t hear anything. Just a dull ringing in my ears, the kind that made the rest of the world disappear. Then, like glass shattering, his words cut through me. “I’m sorry… she lost the baby.” Those four words crawled under my skin, carved themselves into my bones, and burned me alive all at once. My chest tightened so hard I thought I couldn’t breathe. “No…” My voice broke, cracked, strangled. “No, no, no. You… you must be wrong.” Becca’s gasp was sharp, and when I turned, her hand was already pressed against her trembling lips, tears flooding her eyes. The doctor’s expression didn’t change. Cold. Professional. Detached. “She lost too much blood. We did everything we could. But Seirra is stable—” “Stable?” I snapped, my throat raw. “She just lost—my child, our child—” The weight of it slammed into me, forcing my knees weak. I stumbled back, running a hand down my face, gripping my hair like if I pulled hard
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW I was pacing the length of the sterile corridor, my chest rising and falling like I’d just run ten marathons back-to-back. My heart felt as though someone had jammed it into a vice and was tightening it with every tick of the second hand. Every passing doctor, every nurse who strolled by without so much as looking in my direction, only made my blood boil hotter.“Where the hell is she?” I snapped, my voice echoing in the too-bright, too-quiet hallway.Becca touched my arm lightly, her voice calm but firm. “Liam, you need to chill.”“Chill?” I barked, my eyes snapping to hers. “Don’t you dare tell me to chill, Becca. Sierra is in there! My child is in there! And they’re not telling me anything—nothing!” My voice cracked on the last word, that raw edge of desperation I couldn’t hide anymore.Becca winced but didn’t back down. “Liam… the only thing we can do right now is pray.”“Pray?” I repeated, dragging a hand through my hair, nearly pulling it out. My mind could
LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The sound of the crowd roaring wasn’t excitement anymore—it was chaos. My chest tightened the moment I saw it happen. One second, Seirra was standing, her hand brushing her hair back in that calm way she always did when things got overwhelming. The next, someone swung something—metal, wood, I didn’t even know—and it connected with her head. The crack was faint, but my soul heard it louder than anything else.“Seirra!”My voice broke before I even realized I was screaming. My legs moved on instinct, pushing me forward, but the mob was too much. The moment she hit the ground, panic spread through the crowd like fire. People shoved, phones were raised, flashes from cameras blinded my eyes, and my bodyguards were struggling to clear a path. I was losing her in the noise.Shit. Shit. Shit.This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. She was carrying my child. My child. And in the middle of all this madness, she lay there, her hair fanned out, blood already streakin