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Story: The Cost of Forgetting Me
I ended up in the ICU after a miscarriage that left me bleeding profusely. My organs were failing, and I was on the verge of death.
Ironically, my husband, Landon Vance, was the one who started it.
It occurred on his birthday. I had spent hours preparing. I prepared a lavish dinner, baked a cake, and gave our home a romantic glow.
I also bought him designer gifts, but the real surprise was far more valuable. I was pregnant.
The baby did not come easily. We’d tried it for five years. His arrival provided an opportunity to mend our fractured marriage.
I chose Landon’s birthday to announce the news, hoping that it would bring us closer together. But when he walked in, he hardly noticed my efforts.
He changed clothes quickly, muttering that Clara Reynolds, his former crush, was in the hospital and needed him.
As he approached the door, I grabbed his arm. “I did all of this for you, and I have something important to tell you.” Landon shook my hand. “Clara’s alone right now. I have to go.”
My heart sank when he said those words.
Since Clara re-entered his life, Landon had been consumed by her. She was his unattainable dream girl, and she has always held a special place in his heart.
I asked him, “Is she really that important? More important than me?”
He sighed, clearly irritated. “Can we not do this right now? Clara saved my life. She’s in trouble, and I’m just repaying her. What’s the big deal?”
Before I could respond, he said, “She and I are just friends now. Stop being so jumpy. Keep this up, and we’re not gonna make it.”
His eyes were full of disdain. Furious, I reached for him again.
He pushed me away, stormed out, and slammed the door. I lost my balance and crashed into the table’s sharp corner, collapsing to the floor.
Pain ripped through my body as it convulsed. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke up, I was not in my body. Instead, I floated next to my hospital bed, staring at myself. Tubes protruded from my arms.
When someone was on the verge of death, their soul would linger, watching the world as a silent ghost. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at my broken body.
My mother, Tessa Morgan, was sitting outside.
Her hair had become grey overnight. Her face was etched with grief, and my heart broke.
Rage drew me to Landon, the man responsible for this.
I discovered him in another hospital, holding Clara’s hand. His expression was soft with concern. “Don’t worry. Just focus on getting better. I’ll take care of everything.”
Clara smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Landon soaked up her gratitude.
She drew closer, adding, “But won’t Nora be upset if you spend so much time with me?”
He frowned. “Doesn’t matter. She’s always starting fights, accusing me of things with you. I’m sick of it. If it comes to it, I’ll just divorce her.”
Ironically, my husband, Landon Vance, was the one who started it.
It occurred on his birthday. I had spent hours preparing. I prepared a lavish dinner, baked a cake, and gave our home a romantic glow.
I also bought him designer gifts, but the real surprise was far more valuable. I was pregnant.
The baby did not come easily. We’d tried it for five years. His arrival provided an opportunity to mend our fractured marriage.
I chose Landon’s birthday to announce the news, hoping that it would bring us closer together. But when he walked in, he hardly noticed my efforts.
He changed clothes quickly, muttering that Clara Reynolds, his former crush, was in the hospital and needed him.
As he approached the door, I grabbed his arm. “I did all of this for you, and I have something important to tell you.” Landon shook my hand. “Clara’s alone right now. I have to go.”
My heart sank when he said those words.
Since Clara re-entered his life, Landon had been consumed by her. She was his unattainable dream girl, and she has always held a special place in his heart.
I asked him, “Is she really that important? More important than me?”
He sighed, clearly irritated. “Can we not do this right now? Clara saved my life. She’s in trouble, and I’m just repaying her. What’s the big deal?”
Before I could respond, he said, “She and I are just friends now. Stop being so jumpy. Keep this up, and we’re not gonna make it.”
His eyes were full of disdain. Furious, I reached for him again.
He pushed me away, stormed out, and slammed the door. I lost my balance and crashed into the table’s sharp corner, collapsing to the floor.
Pain ripped through my body as it convulsed. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke up, I was not in my body. Instead, I floated next to my hospital bed, staring at myself. Tubes protruded from my arms.
When someone was on the verge of death, their soul would linger, watching the world as a silent ghost. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at my broken body.
My mother, Tessa Morgan, was sitting outside.
Her hair had become grey overnight. Her face was etched with grief, and my heart broke.
Rage drew me to Landon, the man responsible for this.
I discovered him in another hospital, holding Clara’s hand. His expression was soft with concern. “Don’t worry. Just focus on getting better. I’ll take care of everything.”
Clara smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Landon soaked up her gratitude.
She drew closer, adding, “But won’t Nora be upset if you spend so much time with me?”
He frowned. “Doesn’t matter. She’s always starting fights, accusing me of things with you. I’m sick of it. If it comes to it, I’ll just divorce her.”