I heard it even though I felt unconscious for so long.
And just like they said, it took three days before I woke up and could breathe again. It was painful, but I wanted to know if Sasha was safe. If she was, it meant they could stop accusing me. I could finally move forward with the separation papers.
I went to her. I wanted to talk, woman to woman. But when I got there, I saw them in the bed Darius made for us, holding each other like newlyweds. My heart shattered all over again.
Then I heard Sasha speak.
“I already picked the perfect names for our babies. Both for girl and boy,” she said sweetly.
I nearly threw up when I heard her added, “Dawn for a girl, Dusk if it's a boy. Beautiful, right?”
I wanted to scream. Those were my names. Those were the names I gave to the children I never got to hold. The names carved into tiny tombstones. And now she had taken even that from me.
How could she?!
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, Dad."
I hugged the photo of my parents, asking for their forgiveness, wherever they might be now.
"I couldn’t keep my marriage. I couldn’t stay with the man I once promised my life to. My marriage isn’t like yours. I’m sorry," I said in a choked whisper.