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I asked her about it. "You obviously have money but refuse to buy me anything," she snapped. "You're not even a real man." I checked my bank account. And broke. Every dollar Grandma left me was gone. I saw red. Everything crashed down at once. I forgot she was pregnant. I shoved her. The baby didn't make it. She hemorrhaged. The doctors had to remove her uterus. After that, whatever we had froze over. I still took care of her until she was discharged. On the third night, she drove a knife into my chest.

He couldn't believe it, flipping the paper again and again while muttering to himself, "No… no, it can't be… She's loved me for more than ten years. How could she just get rid of our child like that?" His whole body shook violently. He snatched the breakup letter and stared at it. He stayed silent for a long time, eyes fixed on the letter. It looked long, but only I knew it contained just two lines. [Goodbye, Samuel. I've repaid my debt, and our story ends here.] Finally, Samuel tore the letter to pieces, shooed everyone out, and even smashed a coffee table worth tens of thousands.

“I need you to find out which hospital Xander took Matty to. Get proof they were both there. I want solid evidence that she didn’t attend the event.” “Got it,” she replied, excited in her voice. “But are you okay going to the Tri Hotel alone?” “Don’t worry about me. Matty’s assistant will be there,” I said, though I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. She sighed but didn’t argue. “I’m going to take back everything I lost,” I told her, my voice fierce with conviction. “And when I rise again, I’ll ensure they feel every ounce of the fall.” “Wait—are you going back to modeling?” she asked, stunned.

"You're leaving already? I'm not finished talking." My eyes reddened again despite myself. Seeing this, Andre loosened his grip, and he said with a worried expression, "Don't cry. I'm sorry. My tone was a bit harsh. I shouldn't have said that." Before he could finish, tears were already streaming down my cheeks. Flustered, Andre wiped them away and gently stroked my hair. "Do you want to hit me instead? I'd rather you take it out on me. You know I can't stand seeing you cry."

Then I decide it's high time I open up. "Lisa, look. Don't get offended, but I miss someone. "I reply. Not looking her way. "She, she used to mean a lot to me. She still does, but I've lost her. For good. I lost her due to my stupid mistakes. "I add and gulp. I steal a glance of Lisa and find rage written all over her but her face suddenly splits with a smile. "How, how did you loose her? "She questions and I look up at Lisa in confussion. Why isn't she vexed?

"Pity makes up terrible business partners." "Then what does make up a good one, in your experience?" She considered the question for a moment, tilting her head slightly, as if deciding how honest to be. "Honesty," she said finally. "And knowing exactly what you're willing to lose before you sit down at the table. Most people don't know that about themselves until it's already too late." "And you? What are you willing to lose?" Something dark passed behind her eyes at that, gone as quickly as it came. "Nothing I haven't already lost once before, Mr. Hayes."

My husband, Mason Crawford, is a renowned obstetrician-gynecologist with more thank-you greeting cards from patients than I can count. But when I start bleeding during my first trimester and rush to the hospital to see him, he kicks me out. "Family doesn't get special treatment. Hospital rules. You have to register and wait in line like everyone else." I take his words to heart. I never bother him, not once, for any of my prenatal checkups. That is, until his first love, Vivian Werner, who married and moved abroad, comes back pregnant. That's when everything changes. When Vivian comes in for her prenatal checkups, he personally pulls strings to arrange a VIP room for her. And the check

I sobbed on her shoulder unable to finish my words. "Has she died?" I couldn't keep my worries on the bay so I asked. "Why she didn't come? Why her mobile is not reaching? Why she didn't contact any of us? I swear to God if anything happened to her, of course, I will die." I clenched my teeth. At least she would share her problem with Quinn if she is not comfortable with me. Then why she didn't? Quinn's POV: It's my first time to see him broken completely. He had been strong when he lost his memories but now he's completely broken. The willpower he had in his mind been shattered because of one girl.

That time heals all wounds. _*]:min-w-0"> "Does it?" _*]:min-w-0"> "No. You just get better at carrying the weight." She looked at me directly. "But you already know that." _*]:min-w-0"> Something in her words, in the understanding in her eyes, made my chest tighten. Not with grief this time, but with recognition. Someone who understood the specific hell of loss. _*]:min-w-0"> "The garden is beautiful," she continued. "Your mate had good taste."

Shit, is Nikolai helping me here? I’ve heard it so many times from everyone. People have every platitude for getting over a loss. Bianca Jackson lost her son and mate, she’s somehow running the packhouse as Luna Matilda’s number two. Penelope Kharkov lost her mate, she seems happy enough with her family. Yet it made me feel weak, watching others get a handle on their losses. “I’ll even give you a free shot, but you won’t manage,” he smirked, a ruby tint to his eyes.”