Kayish's POV:   "NO... No... No!! No!!!! It can't be a truth." I shook my head vigorously. "Please, Juliet. Tell me it's a lie. You are lying to me, aren't you?" I pleaded with her but she averted her gaze from me.   Her eyes held so much anger and hatred which was enough for me to say she is telling me the truth.   Why does truth is always bitter? Oh, God! She went through so much pain; it's all because of me. I slumped on the chair. Because of me, she lost our child.   My boy...   I still remember the day when she said she has good news for me. She was so happy on that day, her face shone brightly like an angel but...but I...I broke up with her, I broke her fragile heart. It would have hurt her more...   "I'm sorry Riya, I'm really sorry. I'm not worth your forgiveness. I'm so.. Sorry. Please...." I clutched my shirt and cried out of agony.

  "Baby?" I was confused. "Oh, god!! We didn't use PROTECTION!!!" My inner voice screamed. My vision became to blur and the next thing I saw was blackness.   The night when Riya was drunken......   "Where are you taking me?!!" I cried looking at the Zombie who clasped my seat belt, ready to start the car.   "I'm taking you to your place?" The zombie replied closing his eyes for a second. He then shook his head to gain his composure, seems he is not in his control either and when he opened his eyes, it was red shoot   "And...." I began but stopped when the lock of his hair fell onto his forehead; I had the sudden urge to touch his hair.   "What are you doing?" The zombie's voice was smooth like velvet when I brought my hand to the attempt of touching his forehead, but it hung on the midair.   "Just helping you..." hiccup "...to get your hair back

  "Not here," I said and walked towards my room. Once we reached my room he closed the door and stood there at the entrance.   "Don't think to take my baby's custody. I will fight until my last breath" I began not giving room to any argument.   "I'm sorry." He blurted out looking at the ground not having enough courage to face me. How the man will get courage when he created all the damage by himself.   "Sorry for what?" I sneered. If he thinks a single sorry will bring everything back, then I will show him how wrong he was. All the emotions I held inside were ready to burst out.   "For dumping me? or taking my baby's life?" I yelled in front of his face and broke down into tears; the loss of my baby is still haunting me.   "Please Riya, Calm down. It's not good for our baby." He took me in his arms and engulfed me in a hug.   "Our baby?" I t

  Hesitantly, I gave him a medicine and watched how he is convincing her by saying he will take her to the amusement park once she recovers fast.   Without wasting any time, she opened her mouth and he shoved the tablet deep inside her throat and made her drink the water. After that, he fed her breakfast until she finished the plates and gave her a glass of milk as a final touch.   I blankly watched them as an unknown emotion flooded through my body, at some point I wish it would be great if he is with us, 'lifelong' my inner mind added. I shook my head to get rid of the negative trance.   Deciding it is time to give her some space, I walked out of her room after confirming she fell asleep. Mom Daisy engulfed me the moment I stepped out of Sweety's room for a bone-crushing hug.   "Oh, my poor girl. You all right?" She examined my whole body trying to find any trace of injury like what I

  "Okay..." He inhaled deeply unable to bore my silent treatment. "If that brings you peace, then I'm more glad to accept your punishment, but I won't give up on you." He cupped my face in between his large hands.   His eyes lingered on my lips and before I could realize he crashed his lips against mine taking me in a complete utter shock.   The kiss was tender and warm, but I didn't protest against him. For some reason, I want to pull his collar down and kiss him effectively until we are running out of breath. Ohh! the damn hormones!!   "I will take care of you and our baby. This is the promise of your husband." He kissed my forehead, his lips dwelled on my forehead for a minute.   Husband?   "I'm leaving. Take care." He said and turned his heels to leave. "My heart is always open for you." Was the last word I heard from him before he left my apartment.