I couldn't refute him. What he said was true, yet not entirely.
I let him vent his frustrations on me.
An hour later, blood kept flowing from beneath me uncontrollably.
Seeing me drenched in cold sweat and nearly fainting, he finally realized something was wrong.
I no longer had the strength to respond and slowly closed my eyes. I lost our first and possibly our last, child and it was a man-made accident.
I deceived Samuel once again, calculated against him once more.
I had known for a while that I was pregnant. From the moment I found out, I understood that this child was never meant to be mine.
My body was weak and naturally predisposed to miscarriages, so even if I got pregnant, there was a high chance of a natural miscarriage.
The likelihood of a smooth delivery with both mother and child safe was nearly zero. Given my physical condition, the doctor advised against keeping the baby, as it posed a risk to my own health.
But I insisted on keeping it.
I calculated and created an "accident," hoping that the deeply disappointed Samuel would turn around and feel pity for me.
In the VIP ward, the room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and the monitoring equipment beeped steadily.