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46: Life's Mess
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Elara's POV ‘Marco is a fucking bastard! A freaking piece of shit who will never deserve me!...Nor his child!’My heart was ripped into tiny shreds when I woke up to emptiness. The sedation had worn off, leaving me with subtle traces of pain from the odd burning sensation of the poison. At first, I was okay with the absence… a matter of fact, I didn't want him to know… I wanted to recover and go home. Then, Dr. Schwartz came in and informed me of my dead baby and Marco's departure. I wasn't sure how to feel… I wasn't sure if to explode…I still am not. It was how easily he chose his selfish desires over my well-being. And now, I would never live with an iota of regret for keeping his child away from him. “You're now free to go, Miss Elara.” Dr. Schwartz’s croaked voice blared. I looked down at my phone, and Marco still wasn't responding. I've been on it since last night. How cruel could the sweetest man get?Tears rolled down my cheeks and I turned away to wipe them, hiding m
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Marco’s POV‘Food poisoning?!’This was the first… and she wasn't close to Evelyn for me to recklessly throw the blame. Elara wasn't psychopathic either to try to poison herself…Oh, no!My heart was racing hard against my chest. I shut my eyes and tried to even my breath, just so the nasty thought would go away. I was losing my damn mind.Like a cripple, I bent and reached for the couch at the other end, then slumped in it. Slowly, I tried to take control of my emotions. Schwartz saw it. He knew it was his cue to leave.“I’m a call away.” He set the test result on the bedside table and hurried out.I stretched my long legs and my jaws clenched. My dark eyes pinned on Elara’s weak frame.‘Did she try to abort my baby?’I couldn't help but nurse the crazy thought. ‘Marco. FERMATI! STOP!’My mind screamed at me. But I couldn't push the thoughts away. ‘The baby was three weeks old, she might have gotten a clue, right?’‘Else, why did she choose for the time I was away to get terrib
