All Chapters of Hiding Her Darkest Desire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Solana's POVI felt my chest tighten as I watched the doctor work tirelessly to revive my son's fragile body. Every minute felt like an eternity, and the fear of losing him threatened to overwhelm me."Save my son, Lord," I pleaded, my hands tightly clasped together in prayer. Mary, sensing my distress, gently caressed my back, trying to offer comfort. But at that moment, no amount of solace could ease the torment of seeing my son fight for his life."Please, save him," I begged, my voice filled with desperation.Finally, the doctor's words brought a sigh of relief. "He's back," he announced, and at that moment, gratitude flooded my heart, directed towards all the saints I knew.The doctor's attention turned to the guardians of the patient. Alton and I spoke in unison, both claiming to be Atlas' parents. But when I turned to look at him, he slowly lowered his hands."I'm sorry," he said, taking a step back, giving me the space to communicate with the doctor."We need to run some tes

Solana's heart raced as she waited anxiously at the hospital for the results from Atlas's laboratory tests. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally arrived.Steeling herself, Solana walked towards him. "Please, tell me what's wrong with my son," she pleaded, her voice trembling.The doctor's face wore a grave expression. "Your son has severe refractory asthma," he began. "People with this condition often experience frequent and severe asthma attacks, struggling to breathe and feeling tightness in their chest. These attacks can be life-threatening if not properly managed."Solana's knees weakened as she heard the doctor's words. She swallowed hard and nodded, silently urging him to continue."I suggest bronchial thermoplasty as a treatment option. It involves using heat to reduce the muscle mass in the airways," the doctor explained. "Given the frequency and severity of your son's attacks, it's crucial to operate as soon as possible. However, I must inform you that it com

Solana's POVWaiting for the operation felt like an eternity. Every passing second was filled with fear and uncertainty. I anxiously paced the hospital corridor, my mind racing with worry. The minutes stretched into hours, and the weight of anticipation bore down on me.Finally, the doors of the operating room swung open, and my heart leapt into my throat. The doctor emerged, his face a mask of solemnity. I rushed towards him, my voice trembling with fear and pain."Doc, how's my son?" I pleaded, desperate for good news.The doctor's gaze held mine for a long moment, his silence amplifying my anxiety. The longer he remained silent, the more my fear intensified."Doc, what happened to my son?" I pressed, my voice cracking with emotion. Tears cascaded down my face, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably.The doctor reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder, but his smile lacked warmth. It was a smile tinged with sadness, and it sent a chill through my veins."I'm sorry. We did ever

Solana's POVMorning arrived, and I hadn't slept a wink. Mary kept urging me to rest or at least take a quick nap, but I stubbornly refused. Instead, I found solace in staring at my son's photograph.I didn't want to prolong this funeral any further. Today would be the last day."Solana, you should eat," Mary offered me a plate of food, but I merely smiled at her.She sighed deeply, placing the food to the side. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" she said. I smiled and nodded in response.Tears no longer streamed down my face, but my chest felt tight, and my heart shattered into pieces. I was merely breathing, but I no longer felt alive because the reason for my existence had already departed.I felt as though I had lost my purpose.Attending my son's funeral was a torment no mother should ever endure. It felt as if I had died alongside him. The child I carried in my womb for months and watched grow had been snatched away without warning. It was the most excruciating experienc

Alton's POVI buried myself in work, hoping it would serve as a distraction, but it proved futile.I feigned strength, putting on a facade that I could handle everything, but deep down, I am on the edge of giving up with each passing day.During breakfast, my mother spoke up, breaking the uneasy silence."I attended Atlas's funeral the other day..." she began.I looked at her, eager for more details."His ashes were brought to Solana's house," she added.I nodded, acknowledging that Solana deserved to keep our son's remains."Son..." she hesitated, reaching out for my hand.I could sense that she struggled to express something."Solana came here the day you and Allison flew to New York..." her voice wavered as she started.I stared at her, waiting for her to continue."She pleaded with me to see you..." she finally confessed.My grip on the utensils tightened.I regarded her with a furrowed brow, confusion clouding my thoughts."What did you do, Mom?" I asked, my anger rising.I could