All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lauren's POV I was officially a worse mother than mine was when she was still with me when my father was sick. How did I let a three-week-old die without even trying? “Take a deep breath, Lauren,” I heard Damien tell me as he took my hand and demonstrated taking a deep breath for me to follow, which was how I realized that I had been holding my breath since the news was broken to me. “I can’t,” I gasped, shaking my head. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even protect my child. “Lauren, I know that this is hard. I know it’s going to be hard for the next days to come, but we are going to get through this together. I want you to know that none of this was your fault—” “No, no, no,” I denied his words as tears welled my eyes and fell along my cheeks. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t do everything I could. What could the baby have done? It was my responsibility to protect our child, Damien.” “If you’re going to pin the blame on

Lauren's POV “Mom?!” I asked, getting off the bed as I heard her burst into sobs and someone else in the background yelling to hold her down. “Hello? Is anyone there? What’s going on?! Hello?!” I called out, but there was nobody there, and Darla was now taking my shoulders and telling me to calm down. As soon as the line went dead, I collapsed back onto the couch with my face in my palms and shameful tears rolling down my cheeks. “Oh, God. This is all my fault. I think she’s trying to escape. I shouldn’t have told her just yet. I just wanted her to know. I didn’t want her to have her hopes up. Oh, no,” I muttered. “Talk to me, Lauren. What happened? We can sort this out. Do we need to go see your mother?” Darla questioned. “Can we do that? I think I need to see her to find out how she’s doing,” I said with a nod. “Yes, I really need to see her. Can we go today?” “Where is Damien, even? Damien!” she called out to her brother, who was now ex

Lauren's POV My hands slowly let go of Damien’s as I stared at him and foolishly waited for him to tell me that he was joking, as if he would lie about something like that in the first place. “Lauren,” he said in a tone that was telling me to calm down and not have an explosive reaction to the news, but I could barely hear a word he said as the former ones still rang in my head. “The doctor caught it on time. It’s still in the early stages.” …you have leukemia… “I don’t think you understand,” I said with a shake of my head. “My father… My father died of leukemia. This… How can this be happening to me?” “You are not going to die, Lauren. We can get your treatment started as soon as possible. There really is nothing to panic about.” I looked back at him, only to see that he was also holding himself back from panicking. Sure, he could tell me a million times not to panic, but I knew better than to believe that he was internally calm about it.

Lauren's POV “I don’t understand.” Damien shifted fully to look at me as though he had not heard my words, and I hated that I would probably have to repeat those words and end up piercing myself even deeper in the heart. “I don’t want to say it again, Damien. I know you heard me.” I shook my head. “I think you should, Lauren,” he argued. “If you can say it more than once, it could lead me to believe that you truly want to do it. Right now, I’m convinced that you’re not sure about it.” “I want to get a divorce, Damien,” I said again, forcing my face to remain straight as I started to find the sheets on the bed more interesting to look at than his face. “Did you just make that decision on a whim? You just thought about it and decided to say it out loud all of a sudden?” he guessed correctly, but I couldn’t give him a confirmation of it. He knew the answer to it. “I don’t think I want to get treated. Things are hard enough as they are, and it would b

Lauren's POV I opened my eyes and heard muffled voices coming from somewhere in the room. I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but I knew that I’d had a crying session with the doctor about being afraid to die before I slept off. “…that he’s not going to come here,” I heard Damien’s familiar voice saying to someone else. “You know just how difficult he is. He’s not going to listen to me. You’re the only one who can go toe to toe with him. I don’t even have that energy and time to spend arguing,” Darla’s voice replied. “You’re awake,” Damien said to me as I struggled to sit up and they both helped me up. “What’s happening? I heard you two arguing,” I inquired, looking from one to the other as they both held identical expressions on their face. “It’s nothing too important. You don’t have to worry about it. It has to do with work, and she keeps pestering me,” Damien explained, but from Darla’s face, I could tell that that was not the exact case. It was