“Megan, can you just stop? You’ve been trying to get pregnant for five years without success, and now you hear Louise is expecting, and suddenly you’re pregnant too? Louise is suffering from severe morning sickness today, and I need to be there for her. Don’t make this harder for me!”
The line went dead with a harsh click, and blood trickled down my thigh.
I fought to ignore the bitter sting in my heart and dialed emergency services with trembling fingers. Then, everything went black as the pain overwhelmed me.
When I finally regained consciousness, the doctor delivered the crushing news: due to the delay in treatment, they had to remove my uterus to save my life. I would never be able to have children again.
The room spun around me as I processed the devastating reality.
After all the longing and hope, the child I had dreamed of was gone forever.
I pushed myself up, feeling dazed, and stumbled to the front desk to register and pay my bills. That was when I spotted Roger and a very pregnant Louise, who looked radiant despite her discomfort.
On the day I lost my baby, he was there, accompanying her for her check–up.
From a distance, they looked like the perfect couple, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in my heart.
“Megan? What are you doing here?” Roger’s surprise was evident, but concern for my well–being was nowhere to be found. Instead, he turned to me with an air of entitlement. “You’re just in time. Louise said she’s feeling a bit off. Can you grab her
some honey water? You’ve got ten minutes, so hurry up.”
My abdomen still throbbed with pain, and I could barely stand. I instinctively shook my head, pale and weak
But my refusal only darkened Roger’s expression. “Megan, do you really lack any empathy? Louise is a pregnant woman! Can’t you just help her out a little? If I’d known you were this selfish, I never would have gotten involved with you in the first place!”
He berated me, the girlfriend who had stood by him for years, all for Louise’s sake. Passersby glanced at me with pity and judgment, and I felt like I was shrinking under their gaze.
Reluctantly, I made my way to the nearest supermarket to buy honey water for Louise. When I returned, hunger gnawed at me after a long day without food, and I couldn’t resist the dessert Roger had brought.
But in an instant, Roger slapped my hand away.
I looked up to find him glaring at me with disdain. “Megan, are you that greedy? That’s for Louise to help her regain her
strength! Why do you insist on competing with her over everything? You can’t even let a dessert gor
A chill ran through me. After five years together, I realized that I didn’t even deserve a bite of dessert in his eyes.
With Roger’s relentless accusations ringing in my ears, I trudged home, feeling more defeated than ever.
But when I stepped inside, I was met with an even harsher reality: all the baby clothes and toys I had prepared during my
pregnancy were gone.
[I
I texted Roger, asking about them, and he replied coldly. I gave all that stuff to Louise. She’s about to give birth, and you can’t have kids anyway, so it’s just taking up space.]
I had braced myself for this, but the thought of my lost child still brought tears to my
