150. Broken Dreams and Silent Promises

Abigail's POV -

The words hang in the air, heavy with accusation and hatred. The room feels suffocating as if the walls themselves are closing in on me. His words, like sharp knives, have pierced through my heart, leaving behind wounds that ache with a pain I've never known before. The tears flow freely now, blurring my vision and mingling with the sobs that escape my trembling lips.

The walls seem to close in on me as the echoes of his hurtful words reverberate in my mind. Each insult, each accusation, each cruel word he hurled at me felt like a dagger, cutting through the fragile remnants of my heart. I can still feel the sting of the slap that sent me sprawling to the side, my hand instinctively cradling my now-painful abdomen.

Tears flow down my cheeks like an unending river, a mixture of anger, betrayal, and despair. How could he say those things? How could he believe that I could betray him in such a way? The pain in my chest is unbearable, but the pain in my abdomen is more i