Chapter 9

Lucas, who was standing by the door, could not hold it in any longer and vomited.

I felt the same.

When I had my first miscarriage, Samuel merely shrugged and said, "My mom miscarried too after she got married. She drank some tonic water and went right back to work the next day.

"You’ve taken bullets without shedding a tear, and now you’re acting fragile over losing a baby? That's a bit out of character for you."

That was exactly it. While I grieved for the life we had longed for, Samuel thought I was pretending to be weak. Now, with his regretful tears, who was he putting on this show for? For me, who had become nothing but air?

Samuel was a joke.

Just then, Dylan’s voice boomed down the hallway. "Samuel! What the hell are you doing?! Do you know what time it is?! Jasmine’s been crying her eyes out. Doesn’t that bother your conscience at all?"

But Samuel ignored him, carefully placing my remains back into the drawer and closing it gently. It was as if he believed the pieces wou