Novel & Cerita Under The Oak Tree Maxi Miscarriage

” I ask. Marcus squeezes my hand, but I still can’t look at him. Not yet. ”Well. There’s option number one…we can wait for a few days to see if your body processes the miscarriage naturally. Option number two is medication to help speed up the process, and option number three is a minor surgical procedure called a D&C to clear the tissue safely.” The words bounce off the walls of the dimly lit room, but my brain is barely processing them. The suffocating weight of my own thoughts is entirely paralyzing.

I couldn’t finish my words, we had used protection “Who did this to you?” Alexander was seething, his words came out in a snarl “It wasn’t like that!” I yell at him as he leaves the room, leaving me alone with Max Max squeezes my hand “It’s okay” he was trying to reassure me, “but the pregnancy was ectopic Charlie, it caused your fallopian tube to burst, we had to remove your ovaries and uterus due to the damage”

Max announced, "it gets better. While all this was happening to her, in all that time on the floor grieving the loss of her baby, adjusting to bodily and emotional miscarriage, Naomi, Jace's mistress, went in and served her divorce papers." My stomach roiled over in a sickening way, and for a moment I believed I was going to vomit on the hospital floor. The hardness of it, the hardness, sent shivers down my spine. "She never told Jace she was pregnant," Max went on, his voice dripping with bitterness under the weight of Nova's deception. "But Naomi did. Naomi saw her in that room, saw her crying, and still thought it okay to destroy what remained of her life that day. Do you have any idea ho

I stammered, feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me. The doctor's voice was soft yet steady, delivering the devastating news with gentle precision. "The miscarriage has caused severe damage to your uterus and reproductive organs. This kind of trauma can lead to conditions such as scar tissue formation, uterine damage, or even permanent loss of reproductive function. Unfortunately, in your case, the damage is extensive, and it is highly unlikely that you will ever be able to become a mother again."

“Can. She. Walk.” The doctor exhaled sharply. His shoulders dropped a little. “With assistance.” “Good.” Mom stepped forward instantly. Her hands twisted together in front of her, her face still pale from everything that had happened. “This is insane.” “No,” Marcus replied while grabbing my overnight bag from the chair near the window. He slung it over his shoulder, the strap pulling tight across his chest. “What’s insane is staying long enough for TMZ to livestream her miscarriage.” “Marcus,” Claire snapped. She shot him a warning look.

That was when we found out I was expecting. I never planned to tell Julian about the pregnancy. He did not love me, so he would not love my child. I wanted to raise the baby alone, but now I had lost it too. Within a few short days, I had lost two members of my family. It was suffocating. I could barely breathe. Seeing my tears, Julian said in a pained voice, “Don’t be sad, Molly. We’re still young. We’ll have other kids in the future. Your body is still weak from the miscarriage, and crying is bad for you.”

His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. His voice was low, each word cutting like a knife. “That miscarriage—did you really fall on your own? Or were you pushed?” Emma’s wide eyes filled with tears, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She looked like the very picture of heartbreak and despair. “Justin… that miscarriage was the greatest nightmare of my life. “Even now, I still wake up in the middle of the night, haunted by dreams of that child—covered in blood, crawling toward me, asking why I didn’t protect him…”

Her voice trembled as she asked, ‘How could this happen to me? Her face was drained of all colour. The doctor explained, ‘You’ve been kind of frail before, and you had an accidental miscarriage. Getting agitated will only make the bleeding worse. Given the constant damage to your uterus, it’s not entirely impossible to reach that stage.’ Connie’s shock turned into despair as she shouted, ‘No! How is this possible? How can I not be a mother?’ The doctor tried to reassure her, ‘I didn’t mean that you can’t be a mother. It’s still possible.’

Theodore was left speechless. He could only watch as I walked past him. That afternoon, Blake called. "Ms. Wetherby, we have the information you requested. Ms. Moretti's miscarriage took place at a private obstetrics and gynecology clinic in the suburbs. The records indicate it was caused by a severe hemorrhage from an accidental fall. "Most importantly, Theodore wasn't the one who took her to the hospital or signed the consent form for the procedure. It was a man named Tom Parker."

Jackson looked at Kian, “to protect what you still can. I can understand what you are feeling right now and how important Snow White has been to you all these years. But there is someone in this room who needs you and your protection right now. Alpha… Carys has to go somewhere safe.” “I’ll leave,” I said. “Verity has contacted AAC. I’ll go. I shouldn’t have come here. I am sorry, Kian. I just want you to know that… my miscarriage wasn’t because of the rejection. It was because of my carelessness with putting my trust in the wrong people. I am sorry for making you feel so bad about yourself.” Kian silently peered at the pine forests. I dropped my gaze and looked at Jackson. I bowed. Taking of