Chapter 002 LAST STRAW

Leah's POV

My soul screamed in pain, refusing my body the ability to hold life. I rose, trying to save myself some dignity but the pain got worse so I lay back down.

I grabbed around for Aiden but he already left the room. The driver took my hands instead and helped me up, leading out of the room, to the car.

When I got in, the driver asked me where I would want to go and the only place I could think of was the hospital because of the immense pain I was feeling.

Resting my head against the windows, trying to assuage the pain, I ignored the passing scenery. The pain got worse, and my belly badly cramping.

I felt it first, the grasp of death before I saw it, the trail of blood down my leg. I screamed and told the driver to hurry up.

On getting there, I was rushed to the emergency room. It was amidst the intense pain and blood Loss, that I passed out

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As I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital filled my senses. The bright fluorescent lights above cast an eerie glow on the plain white walls.

My head throbbing with a sharp pain in my neck, I placed my hand there as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.

A surge of panic coursed through my veins when I suddenly remembered what had happened. The beeping of the machines beside my bed only intensified my anxiety.

"Ma'am, are you alright" I heard someone say from beside me, and that's when I noticed the doctor standing close to me.

I raised my head to meet his eyes, and I couldn't look past the expression on his face, it wasn't sadness or worry, it was pity.

And I just knew, I knew I had lost my only hope, I lost all fight.

I cried for the happiness I wasn't fully allowed to feel, I cried for the bond that wasn't even allowed to form, I cried for the bond that was broken today and I cried for me, a woman with nothing.

"I am sorry, we tried our best," The doctor said as if that was enough to lessen my pain.

Listening to my body mourn, my consciousness walked out, lending my heart some sort of relief until the anguish was somehow bearable.

Suddenly the door was swung open, I did not care who it was until I heard the doctor say "I don't think she is mentally ready to entertain any visitor"

"I will be quick"

I knew it was him, even with everything that had happened, a part of me was glad that he had come, maybe the version of my husband I last experienced is a fragment of my imagination but watching him sit far away from me, his face blank, his eyes set alight with disgust, I shudder.

"I lost it, I lost our child" Those were the only words that came out of my mouth.

"I know", he replied, his face devoid of any emotion.

"You know? That's all you have to say?" my breaking voice let out, tears spilling out.

"What do you want me to say? That's it's my fault_"

"Yes Aiden, it was your fault" I replied, my voice almost like a whisper.

"Oh please, stop this disgusting act. Get over yourself. You are not the first person to lose a pregnancy. You were not supposed to be pregnant in the first place, you are barren, incapable of giving life", Aiden bellowed out, striding towards me.

"What are you saying? I'm not barren, I was pregnant", I whispered, barely getting the words out.

He was beside me now, holding my chin up with strong hands, "For how long? Two seconds? Who knows maybe the doctor made a mistake", he said while looking at me.

The scary part about this is not the words, is that, while looking back at him, I could tell he meant it all, all the harsh words leaving his mouth. He meant it all.

I was mute, staring helplessly at him, watching the emotions dance on his face, and without thinking, I muttered, "Go to hell"

The emotions stopped at disbelief as he leaned down and asked, "What did you just say to me?"

"Take your filthy hands off me and go to hell", I screamed at his face, pulling my chin and throwing him off me.

In his anger, he slapped me, leaving me disoriented. I looked back at him, with shock clear on my face.

He looked back at me, still angry and disgusted, he threw an envelope, that I had not noticed he was holding to me.

"I want it signed and delivered to me", he said before walking out of the room.

I quickly opened the envelope with my trembling hands and I was shattered when I saw it content, a divorce letter.

I threw away the letter from me, it was starting to feel heavy.

At this point I felt like I had reached my limit, I couldn't take it anymore, I had lost everything and within seconds, I had decided to no longer live and I felt nothing.

I pulled out the drip from my arms, stood up, and headed for the rooftop, when I got there, I went up the edge and stood there, waiting for the push that led me here to help me take the next step away from life.

But there was nothing, the blinding courage that held me in its hold was nowhere to be found and I was just standing at the very edge of the ledge, just waiting.

"Now I know why he left me, I am a coward, I can't even take my life, I can't do anything worthwhile", I told the air, shamefully.

I attempted to move away from the edge but my leg slipped.

My hands were flaying, my eyes bulging, a scream Lodged in my throat, refusing to be let out, fear held me in his grip.

"Is this it?", I thought, as I watched the edge on which I once stood get farther and farther away from me, my life unfolding before me.

I forced my eyes close, deciding to accept my fate, I mean, I had no other option then I stopped.

I stopped falling and from the pull on my leg, I guess, it wasn't my supernatural strength surfacing because I was dying.

I tried opening my eyes to see my savior but at that moment, those hands pulled me up roughly and I banged my head against the walls and blanked out.