Under The Oak Tree Maxi Miscarriage Novels & Stories

“No… No, this can’t be…” The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a grave expression, stepped forward. “Alpha,” she began, her tone solemn and professional, though there was a hint of sympathy in her voice, “we did everything we could. But the drink was laced with a concoction—a mixture that is known to induce miscarriage.” Morgan felt the air leave his lungs, and his knees almost buckled beneath him. He gripped the side of the bed tightly. “A concoction? But how…?” His voice faltered as the horrifying realization dawned on him.

Ovan stopped and narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?" His powerful aura made Hank fell that he couldn't breathe. Hank swallowed. "Miss Laura had a miscarriage. The doctor said that she was pregnant for almost three months, she lost the baby because of this car accident." Ovan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He clenched his fists and was very upset. No one knew what he was angry about. He ran so fast that Hank had to run to catch up with him.

Years passed, and I buried my feelings, or at least convinced myself I had. Then I heard he had remarried. Selena. A nobody who appeared from nowhere and became Mrs. Blackwood. It wasn't fair. The world had already taken Alexander away from me once and gave me another opportunity. I wasn't going to let it happen twice. Pregnant or not.. I would not lose him again. Alexander Blackwood should have been mine. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Right on time. I stubbed out the cigarette and opened it. A young maid slipped inside nervously, glancing over her shoulder before the door fully closed.

She was still so young and didn't want to leave the disease root in the future. —— In the Dean's office, the indifferent man was sitting on a black leather sofa, with his slender legs overlapping, and the black leather shoes shone to reflect the light above his head. The Dean stood trembly aside, his forehead already covered. Cold sweat: "Gu ... Mr. Maxwell ... I didn't complete the task you told me, I'm really sorry." The Dean is already in his fifties, and it has always been high above him, but in this less than thirty in front of the old man, he was completely out of breath. "But ... Miss. Alice's embryo test results have come out. In fact, even without that accident, the child can't be k

A man over six feet tall, crying in hiccuping sobs. On the drive home, Zack drove with extreme care, glancing at me every second. “Focus on the road,” I said with a smile, holding his hand. “The baby and I are both fine.” Our fingers interlocked. “Tiana, thank you.” “For what?” “Thank you… for believing in love again.” I looked out at the scenery rushing past the window, recalling that rainy night five years ago. I had stood drenched outside the hospital, holding the miscarriage notice in my hand, while Shawn was sunbathing in the Maladeivs with Jessica.

My heart stopped. The message was brief but devastating: **“Mrs. Voss, we reviewed your previous records from last year. The hCG levels and ultrasound from that emergency visit confirm a miscarriage at approximately 9 weeks. We’re sorry for your loss. Please schedule a follow-up if you need support.”** The world tilted. I gripped the car door for support as memories flooded back — the sharp pain, the fear, the crushing loneliness in that hospital room while I waited for Khalid to answer a call that never came.

Before she could deny it, Rudra Reddy had already left with the doctor. "She is a spirited young lady. She was severely hurt. And she was in a lot of pain till she fainted. She has a hairline fracture in her right arm that will shortly heal. Her physique, however, has become exceedingly weak. There is also a lack of nutrition in her. As a result, it will take a long time to recover from the miscarriage." "What? Miscarriage?" The doctor's statements surprised Rudra Reddy. Yohan Dixon must be the father of the child if Sara Owen was pregnant for more than three months. Was the damn dude aware of this truth? Or did he abandon her because he came to know?

“She was bleeding heavily and we’ve only just stopped the bleeding now. The miscarriage could have killed her.” It takes me longer than necessary to understand his words. Miscarriage. The word echoes around in my head for an indefinite period of time, refusing to sink in and be acknowledged. “How long?” he asks again, emphasizing the word ‘long’. “A few more days,” he answers, and then the voices go still. I try to move my fingers but I’m unable to. My breathing deepens, which only makes my nostrils sting more. Miscarriage. I was pregnant. Pregnant with Max’s baby.

“Her body is no longer losing blood. I’ve closed what needed closing.” Maddox sagged against the wall, exhaling like a man shot in the chest. “But?” I said, because there was always a “but.” Lana’s eyes lifted to mine. “She miscarried at least a day ago. Her body went into shock during the magical surge.” Jaxon let out a broken sound, raw and jagged. Calder dropped his forehead to the wall, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white. My chest cracked open all over again. “She didn’t even know,” Maddox murmured.

“Do you think I’ll be afraid of a Mayor? Don’t worry. I have nothing to lose anymore. But I will definitely make this place a living hell for those who oppose me.” Mirah tried saying something but decided to keep her mouth shut. Wise choice. She left the room. I had been discharged after two days, almost two months ago. The doctor said my baby would have been safe even after the pain. But they found some sort of drug that caused the miscarriage. That meant they killed my baby before they sent me unconscious. I went to our cottage, which was completely burned. There was no sign of Knox, except for his phone that was also burned.