Voice Of Reality

Fiona's eyes followed Michael as he walked away, Prisca cradled in his arms, and a searing pain pierced her heart like a knife. The weight of his indifference crushed her, making her feel invisible and insignificant.

The sight was a harsh reminder of her place in his life, and the pain of being disregarded cut deeper with each step he took, leaving her feeling shattered and broken.

How could he be so cruel to her? Even though he hated her, couldn't he feel the mate bond drawing them together? Did he hate her that much that it was able to triumph over their unbreakable mate bond?

Fiona sighed and blinked away tears from her eyes. She needed to pull herself back to reality. Their mate bond is nothing compared to what he felt for Prisca.

She needed to realize and accept that she was nothing to him; that way, it wouldn't hurt this much. She wiped her tears and turned towards Tacha. All that matters is how to get her out of this mess she put her in.

She pulled a stool and positioned it close to Tacha’s bed before she sat on it.

Fiona's voice was barely audible, a whispered apology laced with regret and sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Tacha, it's all my fault," she murmured, her hands clenched into fists as if the weight of her guilt was almost palpable. Her eyes seemed to cloud over, reflecting the turmoil of emotions brewing inside her.

She stayed that way, watching Tacha sleep peacefully, her mind still on the event that had happened between her, Prisca, and Michael earlier. She tried so hard to distract herself but it wasn't working.

That night, Michael didn't come to see her once. She thought she would be fine and even get used to the fact that he preferred Prisca’s company to hers but it still hurt her deeply.

She gently caressed her stomach, reaffirming her decision to divorce him. No matter how angry and stubborn he gets, she was going to leave this loveless marriage and raise their child on her own.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep with her hands still wrapped tightly around Tacha’s.

《The next day》

The creaking of the ward door jolted Fiona awake, and she slowly scanned her surroundings, her eyes heavy with fatigue. As her gaze took in the familiar hospital surroundings, reality dawned on her – she was still a patient, confined to the sterile environment of the ward.

"You're awake." A voice startled her and she turned only to see Michael staring at her with his usual emotionless gaze.

She stared at him in both surprise and joy. He finally came to see her. Even though he events of last night still hurt her deeply, she was really glad to see his face.

"Come on.. there's something you need to do." He said to her before leaving, not bothering to ask about her night.

Fiona didn't care about his approach but was confused as to what he needed her to do. She decided to follow him to see for herself before his mood changes.

His long strides left Fiona struggling to keep pace, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot as she realized their destination – the operating room. Her face drained of color, and her eyes widened in terror as she stared at Michael's retreating form, her mind racing with ominous possibilities.

"Why is he suddenly heading to an operating room? Does he know about my baby?? Does he want to remove it like the last one??" Her heart was gripped with fear immediately.

Memories of her previous traumatic experience in this place flooded back, and Fiona's eyes widened in panic. The forced sedation and the loss of her child still lingered in her mind, triggering a wave of fear and anxiety. Her breath quickened, and her body tensed, as if reliving the horror all over again.

When Michael realised that she wasn't following him, he stopped and turned to face her.

"What are you doing?" He asked, making her jump in fear.

"H..huh??" She blinked.

"Aren't you coming?" He asked again.

"W.. what are we doing here??" She asked as she pinched her fingernails nervously.

"You'll see," Michael answered with a small smile, irking her the more.

"Is he so glad to murder our second child??" She asked herself, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes.

"Come on, you're wasting time." Michael urged but she didn't budge.

"I don't want to do it." She told him in sign language.

"What?"

"I don't want to have the surgery." She added.

"Why not? This is the best decision for you." He said as he walked towards her and attempted to touch her but she moved away.

"I know what's best for me and I'm telling you, I don't want to have the surgery." She told him, standing her ground.

Michael sighed as he rubbed his head in frustration. "Don't make this harder than it already is Fiona. Do as I say or I'll have to use force." He warned.

"No!! Nothing will make me have this surgery." She said in sign language as she wrapped her hands protectively around her belly.

Michael stared at her in surprise, wondering why she was so hell bent on not having the surgery when that was all she had ever dreamt of; to be able to finally talk.

He was tired of her being a nuisance so he quickly grabbed her before she could run and pulled her with him despite her cries and pleas of not wanting the surgery.

"In a few hours time, you'll realize that it was all for your own good." He muttered as he pulled her with him towards the room but that didn't stop her from resisting.

When it was too much, he stopped and held her in place. His eyes were cold as ice as he glared at her. Seeing that he was getting angry, she stopped thrashing around immediately for fear of what he was going to do to her.

"You had better behave yourself and not disappoint me because this surgery is going to take place whether you like it or not." He warned coldly. Fiona’s heart sank.

He had already made his decision and she knew his resolve was unshakable no matter how hard she tried. She nodded slowly, regretting why she couldn't protect this baby too.

Just then, Philip walked in. He was Michael’s Beta and he claimed he needed Fiona’s help in signing Tacha’s medical documents as she was Lily's guardian at the moment.

Fiona quickly followed him without asking any questions as it helped her to escape Michael’s heartless sight. As she followed him, she realized they were going the wrong path.

She was about to ask where he was going when he finally stopped walking. He gave a small bow to someone before leaving. After he left, Fiona could finally see who it was.

She was shocked to find Prisca waiting for her. Her legs were crossed as she stared at Fiona with pure disgust and hatred. Knowing this wouldn't end well, Fiona was about to take her leave when Prisca uttered something that made her stop in her tracks.

"After your surgery, Michael and I are planning to finally get married." She announced with a smug smile dancing on her lips.

The realization hit Fiona like a tidal wave, and she felt as though a sharp blade had sliced through her heart, leaving a gaping wound. The pain was almost unbearable as she grasped the truth: Michael's decision to end their child's life was directly tied to his desire to marry Prisca, and the thought of their family being torn apart by his choices was a devastating blow.

That was the moment she realized that it was indeed over for them. Michael never had any feelings for her even though she hoped he would. She felt so heart broken at the reality.

She was filled with despair as she silently headed back to the operating room. Michael noticed how her countenance had dropped and wanted to ask what had happened but he held himself back.

Only when inside the operating room did Fiona realize that it wasn't an abortion but to restore her voice. On a normal day, she would have been very happy; with the thought that Michael did it to help her.

Today was different as the news Prisca broke to her made her realize that Michael was only doing it because of his father's wishes. So, it didn't matter to her anymore. Her heart had already been broken beyond repair by the man she loved the most.

After the surgery, her voice was restored but she felt no joy. Michael was brimming with smiles as he entered the ward they had transferred her into. This was a rare sight and that made Fiona wonder if he was that happy to finally send her off.

"You just had surgery so you have to rest and avoid speaking too much." He said in a soft voice which was unlike him but Fiona was too heartbroken to notice.

"Also, the café you're working at has been closed so you don't have to leave the house anymore." He instructed her but Fiona didn't reply him.

After being in a comfortable silence for a while, she decided to make her decision known even though it would hurt her forever.

Her voice was hoarse and deep but her words were firm and clear. "I Fiona Garrick reject you Michael Pickford." She spoke her first sentence ever.

Michael felt a sharp pain in his heart the moment he heard that. His wolf wasn't left out either. He could hear him howling in pain from within.

"W..why??" His voice broke as he asked.

"I don't want to be trapped in this loveless marriage anymore. Please let me go."

TBC