All Chapters of Tuberose: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

***mature content*** Third Person's POV - William's world has crumbled with the news of Jullie's death. He wouldn't dare to visit the baby and asked Abigail to handle the last rites. He feels like a lost soul, drowning in sorrow. Ema, always the one to console, is by his side. He turns to the bottle, seeking solace at the bottom of a glass. Amidst the haze of alcohol, he confides in Ema. "I never treated Jullie well," he mumbled, guilt and regret gnawing at him. Ema, ever-compassionate, tries to offer some comfort. "We all have our moments, William. What matters is that you acknowledge it." He takes another swig from the bottle, feeling the numbness creeping in. "I should have been better." Ema places a hand on his shoulder. "You can still do something for her, William. Spend time with the baby. Jullie might find some peace wherever she is." Nodding, he drains the glass, his control slipping away. He staggers to his car, the thought of Abigail and the baby boy flickering in his

Abigail's POV -He grabs my chin, and his hot breaths were on my face, then his chest rubbing on my boobs, "Now, beg me (fuck me, William)""Go fuck yourself!!" I scowl."So you won't until I can't control myself," His voice is so cold."No, you will never have your way, William. I will never be yours." I reply with hatred."Didn't you say, you want to die, I will help you then." Fear engulfs me as he starts suffocating me, I am unable to breathe, and then he covers my nose from breathing with his other hand, he puts his all weight upon me with both my boobs pressed against his large chest while he covers my whole body. I feel I will die anytime, I start to shake more, "Beg me Abi, beg me to fuck you." He feels that he can break me."No never," I give my answer by shaking my head."Oh really, then now be ready for the punishment," He pulls his hands from my nose, and I start to cough badly, then he pulls his hands from my mouth, and I again start to cough badly, I am inhaling some ai

Abigail's POV -I step out of the scalding hot shower, my skin reddened from the almost unbearable heat. Clad in a bathrobe, I cling to it as if it's my only shield against the world. Each step feels like a monumental effort; my entire body throbs with pain. The burn marks from those wretched cigarettes on my chest sting, but they're nothing compared to the searing agony in my soul.I struggle to walk steadily, my legs wobbly and uncooperative. My wrist, where the cigarette had mercilessly kissed my skin, sends sharp waves of pain up my arm. Still, I choose to bear these physical wounds rather than the emotional torment that haunts me.Gingerly, I lower myself onto the edge of the bed, the soft mattress offering some relief to my aching body. My phone rests on the nightstand, a lifeline to the outside world. I long to hear Chloe's comforting voice, to have a friend who can share my pain and offer solace.But before I can dial her number, I sense a presence behind me. Warmth envelopes m

Michael's POV -The doctor came and checked on her. She asked about her medical history, and I provided the information on how much I could. After half an hour, Abby's consciousness is back."How are you feeling?" The doctor is asking and I am standing speechless."I am okay. However, body pain and abdominal pain are so high." Her voice is cracked."Can you tell me your ongoing medical details? I will prescribe that way and yeah Mr. Pattinson informed me about your state last night. Don't worry, we will take precautions about any unwanted result." I widened my eyes at the doctor."Thanks for your concern, doctor. But we don't need to kill the baby if she becomes pregnant then it's fine. We can raise our child." Abby looks at me surprisingly but she sets her gaze at the doctor."Well, I have an irregular period problem after my miscarriage. So, I don't think that there is any chance of being pregnant due to that medicine. Additionally, I have taken migraine medicine and calcium medicine

Michael's POV - One week has passed since that dreadful day, and I've hardly left Abigail's side. Her physical wounds are healing, but the harsh reality of her immobility weighs on us both. The doctors assure us that her recovery won't be a lengthy process, but for me, the most crucial thing is that she's still with me, alive and fighting. I'm in her hospital room, carefully sponging her, wanting to do anything and everything to make her feel comfortable. She lies there, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her thoughts a mystery to me. It's painful to see her like this, knowing that I'm the reason for her suffering. I need her to understand that I'm here for her and that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make amends. "Don't worry, okay?" I murmur, my voice filled with emotion. "Everything will be fine soon. You will be fine. Again, you'll write with your fingers. Again, you'll walk on your legs. We'll dance together again. You'll sing for me again. You will be fine, my Tuberose." I