74. The Ugly Truth

Fabian’s POV

"She was?" This time, I spoke more slowly and clearly as I looked at my wife's doctor's pale, nervous face. He sighed and slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Collins, but we did everything we could to save the baby, but we couldn't." Then after he said that, he left me in private.

I sat on the floor slowly, put my hand on my head, and shook my head in anger. I can't find the words to describe how I feel right now.

I have to ask Abby every doubt, and she has to tell me every detail about who killed our child. No one who gets in my way will ever get my forgiveness.

As I entered her room, she peacefully slept with many breathing machines hooked to her body. A tear trickled down my cheek as I looked at my poor wife, who had endured a great deal in this horrible life. Her lovely face was marred with terrible bruises, and her lips were so dry that she was possibly not drinking or eating. Her once bright complexion became pallid and unhealthy-looking. Then I think about the b