Watching his reaction, a rush of indescribable pleasure surged through me. The thrill urged me to say more. I felt dizzy, and my body seemed burning, but my spirit was wildly excited. I couldn’t care about anything else. I just wanted to vent, desperate to let it all out. Facing his eyes, I forced a smile and spoke with utmost cruelty, “Yes, I just found out back then. It was only five weeks along, tiny, with no heartbeat yet. There was even a threat of miscarriage. I kept having stomach pains all because I was pregnant.”
Bryant looked at me, disheveled, his lips quivering. “Why… didn’t you tell me?”
“It was our third wedding anniversary when I found out. I was to share the exciting news with you. I prepared a candlelit dinn hid the ultrasound in a homemade cake, hoping to surprise you Bryant muttered, “I didn’t see the cake…”
happy and couldn’t wait for our anniversary and
“You didn’t care about me at all that day!” I chuckled, “You were with Margaret, putting the long time around her neck. You orgot our anniversary, necklace I had been fond of for only celebrating her divorce!”
“A few days later, I wanted you to accompany me for a follow-up visit to the hospital, hoping you’d hold the ultrasound report in your hands.”
Watching him fall apart bit by bit, I said faintly. But when I woke up that morning, you had. gone to be with Margaret. You told me to go to the hospital alone! Oh, and the day of the check-up, I was planning to tell you then…”
Bryant apologized, “I’m sorry. I..”
“Don’t rush your apologies.” I wiped away the falling tears on my cheeks and blinked, “That day, the doctor said the baby was developing well, already had hands and feet, a very healthy baby… But then, on the day Margaret dragged me into that car accident, our child turned into a pool of blood and left us.”
The more I spoke, the more I realized that only he could share my pain. Seeing him hurt. seemed to offer me some relief!
I kept on hurting him on purpose. “The baby might have been saved. But as you ran past me, I stretched my hand out to you with all my strength, and you didn’t pull me up. Bryant, you chose to let him go with your own hands.
“Stop, please stop.” Bryant suddenly pleaded, his usually cold demeanor then showing. traces of moisture at the corners of his eyes. He reached out, wanting to pull me into his
arms.
But these hands, just minutes ago, were choking me for another woman. I shook my head and stepped back, gouging at his heart. “I have to say it! Bryant, it was you and Margaret.