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Nina’s voice was filled with a fiery passion, and her eyes were red with a mix of anger and a fierce sense of justice, making it difficult to argue with her.
Those who had been on my side became silent, sighing and muttering that I should not have done what I did.
The pain was so intense that I couldn’t find the words to defend myself, leaving me feeling completely helpless.
The audience was eager to support Nina, their voices rising and falling in unison as they agreed with her.
I looked at their faces, already judging and condemning me, and it appeared that my only option was to cry out in terror.
I couldn’t deny that my family wasn’t wealthy; Nina didn’t lie about it.
My mother was duped by a man when she was younger, and this is how my brother and I came into the world.
She had a moment of clarity, grabbed us, and left, determined to make it on her own and raise both of us.
My mother said that when I married Marshall, our family’s fortunes would finally change for the better, but I was only able to support my brother until he started college.
My brother was always determined to stand on his own two feet, and once he started college, he said he was old enough to work and earn his own way, insisting that I no longer needed to support him.
Marrying Marshall was motivated by love rather than financial considerations.
Nina towered over me, her voice piercing as she grilled me: “Sasha, why so quiet? How long have you had my man Marshall? How long have you been a home wrecker?
“Is that child even Marshall’s, or did you go around with another guy and are now attempting to pass the child off as Marshall’s in order to get a share of his family fortune?
“Did you look into my past and discover I can’t have children? Is this why you believe you can ignore me?
“You don’t have a job, and Marshall provided everything you eat, wear and drink. Marshall also paid for your brother’s motorbike and phone! As his wife, half of that money is mine. Don’t you get that?”
Her eyes appeared to be filled with rage, and if words were knives, she would have already cut me to ribbons.
At that point, her motivation was crystal clear.
She was attempting to rile me up with her words, hoping that I would become so upset that I would lose the baby!
Such a cruel heart!
I reminded myself that I needed to keep the baby safe no matter what. I concentrated on controlling my breathing while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
However, the wait felt endless, and as the crowd grew, the air seemed to thin.
I barely held on when I heard the ambulance siren. I lost my strength and passed out.
When I awoke, I was in the hospital.
My first thought was to check on my stomach. “My baby… My baby…”
The oxygen mask muffled my fragile voice. The nurse, who was adjusting my IV, heard me stir and dashed off to find the doctor.
Minutes later, the doctor arrived. He let out a deep sigh and gently broke the news, “Ms. Brooks, I’m sorry, but you’ve lost your child.”
Those who had been on my side became silent, sighing and muttering that I should not have done what I did.
The pain was so intense that I couldn’t find the words to defend myself, leaving me feeling completely helpless.
The audience was eager to support Nina, their voices rising and falling in unison as they agreed with her.
I looked at their faces, already judging and condemning me, and it appeared that my only option was to cry out in terror.
I couldn’t deny that my family wasn’t wealthy; Nina didn’t lie about it.
My mother was duped by a man when she was younger, and this is how my brother and I came into the world.
She had a moment of clarity, grabbed us, and left, determined to make it on her own and raise both of us.
My mother said that when I married Marshall, our family’s fortunes would finally change for the better, but I was only able to support my brother until he started college.
My brother was always determined to stand on his own two feet, and once he started college, he said he was old enough to work and earn his own way, insisting that I no longer needed to support him.
Marrying Marshall was motivated by love rather than financial considerations.
Nina towered over me, her voice piercing as she grilled me: “Sasha, why so quiet? How long have you had my man Marshall? How long have you been a home wrecker?
“Is that child even Marshall’s, or did you go around with another guy and are now attempting to pass the child off as Marshall’s in order to get a share of his family fortune?
“Did you look into my past and discover I can’t have children? Is this why you believe you can ignore me?
“You don’t have a job, and Marshall provided everything you eat, wear and drink. Marshall also paid for your brother’s motorbike and phone! As his wife, half of that money is mine. Don’t you get that?”
Her eyes appeared to be filled with rage, and if words were knives, she would have already cut me to ribbons.
At that point, her motivation was crystal clear.
She was attempting to rile me up with her words, hoping that I would become so upset that I would lose the baby!
Such a cruel heart!
I reminded myself that I needed to keep the baby safe no matter what. I concentrated on controlling my breathing while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
However, the wait felt endless, and as the crowd grew, the air seemed to thin.
I barely held on when I heard the ambulance siren. I lost my strength and passed out.
When I awoke, I was in the hospital.
My first thought was to check on my stomach. “My baby… My baby…”
The oxygen mask muffled my fragile voice. The nurse, who was adjusting my IV, heard me stir and dashed off to find the doctor.
Minutes later, the doctor arrived. He let out a deep sigh and gently broke the news, “Ms. Brooks, I’m sorry, but you’ve lost your child.”