Begging for Nothing
Instead, he hurled the cruelest words at me, cursing me without a shred of concern.
I would never forget that suffocating pain in my chest or the unbearable agony in my belly.
Even then, I clung to one last hope and called him again, only to be met with his indifference and heartlessness.
Back then, I wanted him to rush to me desperately, hold me tightly, and protect me.
But none of that happened. I was alone, giving birth to a stillborn and passing out. How could I not hate him?
But now, seeing the man in front of me for who he truly was, I suddenly felt that saying anything more to him was pointless. He would never understand what he did wrong.