A FRAGILE HOPEAVA"It's the 7th year of marriage with Drake, but he would rather spill away his cum than have me pregnant.” I ran my hands over my face in frustration, my hands trembling as I looked at my reflection in the white walls of the hospital.For the past three weeks, I had been noticing symptoms… symptoms that I couldn’t ignore any longer, no matter how hard I tried… and my husband, Drake Blackwood, did not care about my wellbeing, even if I drew my last breath in front of him.I could still hear Drake’s voice from that morning, sharp and laced with that familiar irritation.“Ava, just take your pills, please. I can’t afford any complications.”“What complications, Drake?”“Nothing.”His dismissive tone echoed in my mind.It was the soundtrack of our marriage, clearly indicating the yearning that had hollowed me out for years.For seven years, I had longed for a child. Every month, my hope turned to ash when he forced those pills on me, until I had finally grown too weary t
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