When the heart breaks twice

Adeline's POV The cold walls of the hospital room seemed to press in on me, trapping me in my torment. Every breath was a fight, every cough an omen of the sickness that was devouring me from the inside out. Blood stained the tissues on my bedside table, screaming evidence of my secret. The rain outside was relentless, mirroring the storm in my heart. Blake wasn't here. He never was when I needed him. My chest heaved as I reached for my phone, my trembling fingers too weak to dial his number again. The door suddenly creaked open, and for one brief moment, I wished it was Blake. Instead, Rebecca walked in, her perfect makeup unscathed by the storm outside, her eyes glinting with what anyone else would have mistaken for concern. "Adeline," she cooed, stepping closer, a soft blanket in her hands. "You look so pale. You need to rest more. I brought this to keep you warm." I managed a weak glare. "What are you doing here, Rebecca?" She laid the blanket over me, her touch over-gentle,

Adeline’s POV The morning sun streamed through the hospital blinds, casting an unwelcome glare on my pale, exhausted face. The sterile scent of antiseptics lingered in the air, a constant reminder of how fragile my body had become. Every day felt like a battle to stay upright, a war to hide the truth from the man I’d once dreamed of sharing my life with. Blake had dropped me off at the hospital the night before; his concern, of course, was short-lived. Once I was "stable," he was gone, almost without a word. I didn't know if he had gone to Rebecca's or back to work, and quite frankly, I couldn't seem to care. My head swam with the unexpected revelation the doctor had delivered earlier. I was pregnant. I gripped the edges of the thin hospital sheet, my mind racing. A baby. A tiny life growing inside me. For a moment, I felt an overwhelming rush of warmth and hope flicker of something pure in the middle of this storm that was my life. But it didn't take long for reality to crash

Adeline’s POV I gasped as Blake's fingers wrapped tightly around my neck, his grip firm, suffocating. My hands shot up, trying to pry his fingers off, but he was too strong. His dark eyes burned into mine, filled with something terrifying, something possessive. “You think you can bring a lawyer into my house to talk about divorce?” he hissed, his voice sharp and dangerous. “You think I’ll let you walk away just like that? Never, Adeline. Do you hear me? Never.” Tears welled in my eyes, my breath struggling to escape as his grip tightened. I could feel my pulse hammering beneath his fingertips. “Sir, get your hands off my client!” the lawyer shouted, stepping forward with a firm voice. His presence was supposed to protect me, but Blake barely even acknowledged him. Blake let out a low, mocking laugh, his grip on me still firm. He turned his head slightly, looking at the lawyer with a deadly smirk. “And who the hell do you think you are?” he sneered. “Do you forget who pays you?