Velasquez Heir's (English Version)

“YVONNE, Where are you?” A familiar voice echoed in the house.

“Desmond!” I called out as I reached him.

It's been weeks or maybe a month since I last saw him.

I can finally tell him about the news—Maybe it would change everything.

Maybe he will remember us again.

Just maybe. That’s all I’m hoping for.

He barely looked at me. His face was pale, his eyes were cold.

“We’re going to the hospital.” he said abruptly, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward his car.

“What? Why?” I asked, confused by the urgency in his voice.

“Samantha needs you.” he said, his tone sharp, almost impatient.

The name hits me like a slap.

Samantha. Of course.

He didn’t wait for my permission. He didn’t ask. He just dragged me along, as if I owed him this.

“Let me go.” I cried, pulling my arm out of his grip. “I don’t want to go with you!”

He turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “What did you just say?”

“I said I don’t want to go to the hospital, Desmond.” My voice cracked, and my hands trembled as I backed away. “Please…I don't want to do this again.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed with anger.

“Your sister needs blood, Yvonne. Stop being selfish, it's just blood.” His words cut through me like a blade.

I froze. The word “selfish” felt like a cruel joke.

“She’s not my sister!” I said, my voice breaking. “She never was. And I was never selfish. I gave them everything they needed.”

I flinched when he raised his hand like he was going to hit me—but he stopped.

My tears fell.

He was about to hit me.

“We just lost our child!” he shouted, his voice cracking with range.

“Child?” I whispered, my lips trembling.

“You…You had a child?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer.

“Do I need to beg you to save her?” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.

“I’m your wife, Desmond! How could you do this to me?”

I knew that there was something going on between them, but I never imagined that he would rather have a child with her—than with me, his wife.

He laughed—a cold, empty laugh.

“My wife?” he repeated, voice dripping with disdain.

“On paper, yes, you are my wife. ” He stepped closer to me. “Haven’t you remembered? You forced me to marry you. So now—play your role, just as I play mine.” His words were like daggers.

I thought we were getting better.

I thought…maybe if I gave him everything—my body, my everything—maybe he would learn to love and care for me.

The pain in my stomach got worse. I’m sorry baby, your dad is lying he loves you.

“You're wasting my time!” He sneered.

“If you won’t help Samantha, then leave. I don’t want to see you again. ”

“I’m Pregnant.” I blurted, desperation leaking into my voice.

“I’m pregnant, Desmond. We're going to have a baby.” I repeated, hoping the words would change his mind—and choose me this time.

He stared at me like I had said something disgusting.

“Are you kidding me right now?” he said coldly.

“You're telling me that you're pregnant—now—right after Samantha and I lost our child?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Are you really this desperate just to avoid helping your sister?” his voice lauder now, full of anger.

“Do you remember who saved you? You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for her. You owe everything to Samantha!” His words hit hard. I couldn’t speak.

No, Desmond, you're wrong Samantha oweS everything to me. I wanted to shout that to him but I felt so weak.

My eyes are blurry with tears.

“Please…” I whispered. “Believe me… this baby is yours. You’re the only man I’ve been with.”

He took a step back as I reached his arms feeling disgusted.

“That’s not mine!” He shouted.

“Samantha was right. You can’t be trusted. Whose child is that? Is it Nick’s?” He grabbed my arm tightly.

I shook my head, tears falling. “No… this is yours.” I protested.

“F*ck that bastard!” he screamed. He slammed his fist against the car window, shattering the glass into pieces.

“Desmond, please… It's our child.” I whispered.

“Abort that thing!” He said firmly.

“A thing?” I said between my sobs.

“I won’t have a child with you.” But he would for her—for Samantha.

I felt the ground open beneath me, my whole world collapsed.

“Leave. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

I stared at him, my vision blurred with tears. My knees gave up. I fell to the floor crying.

Desmond didn’t stop. He didn’t even look back.

The door slammed shut behind him, and I was left alone—shattered and broken by the very man I once believed had saved me from my past.

For a year, I endured the pain… the silence… the rejection.

I fought for the love I thought was still there—for the version of him I used to know.

But now…I don’t want my unborn child to feel the way I’ve felt—unwanted.

Maybe this is the moment I stop fighting.

Maybe this is the time to finally let him go.

I can’t stay with Desmond anymore. He’s not the man I fell in love with. Not anymore

Maybe this is all my fault—maybe this is the price I’m praying for what I did to him.

Maybe this is the consequence of everything I’ve done.

I can't fight a battle that ended before it even started.

With the last bit of strength left in me, I pulled my phone and called the last person I could trust.

“Nick, we need your help.” I begged.

“Stay there, I’m on my way.” those were the words I heard from the other person on the line...before I lost consciousness.

Desmond,

Be happy with her. I'm sorry for being a burden to you.

I fought for us but I need to let you go.

Maybe this is for the best for the three of us.

I hope you live the life you always wanted. Even if it's without me.

Take care, I love you…always.

~Love,

Yvonne.