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LINDEN

What the fuck did I just do?

I felt fucking terrible. My eyes felt hot with inconvenient tears. I told her before my father that I would never hurt her, yet I did it in the worst way possible.

It broke my heart because I let my emotions get the best of me. I couldn’t unsee the look on my wife’s face, the pain in her eyes— the woman I loved, the mother of my unborn child.

That was the most foolish thing I’d ever done.

It was unfair.

I broke her heart to save another life. And my child— I wished she didn’t feel her mother’s pain, and I hoped one day she could forgive her father for what I’d done if I didn’t make it back.

Lately, I doubted my action— I questioned myself if I was still doing the right thing.

It was three in the morning, and I was already in my office. And I didn’t know where to begin because expressing my feelings and writing a letter wasn’t my strong suit. With modernization, who still wrote letters these days? And writing a sorry letter to my wife woul