My Endless Sorrow
My heart had turned to stone, yet the shimmer in my eyes was not for him—it was for the cruel fate I could not escape.
"You still have plenty of chances to have children," I said, my voice steady. "But I… I will never be able to conceive again."
Lucas stood frozen, my words sinking in, each one cutting deeper than the last.
"Listen carefully, Lucas." I met his gaze.
"Unless the dead can return to life, I will never—never—have anything to do with you again."
With that, I shoved him aside and slammed the door. No matter how desperately he shouted my name outside, I refused to let him in.