My Endless Sorrow
At that time, I had been carrying twins.
The grief shattered me—so completely that my heart stopped beating. I barely survived.
The last pregnancy lasted the longest.
Seven months.
For the first time, I dared to hope. I thought, maybe this time, I’d finally give birth.
But fate had other plans.
…
Lucas sat there the entire time, utterly indifferent, as if the children I lost had nothing to do with him.
Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension.