Has been Poisoned

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~LEONA~

"Ahh!” I yelled out painfully as the pain became unbearable.

Here, inside this room, with heavy smell of disinfectant fluid, was I, laying on the bed, drenched in my own sweat, and hands tied to the bed.

"You can do it. I see the baby's head ", The loyal gynecological and obstetric doctor encouraged loudly. "Take a feel breathe and push! ".

Only if she knew I wish to die with this baby in my stomach.

I have lived in fear trying my possible best to miscarry this child, for the last eight months.

I have cried, stumbled, and fallen, but the baby has only been stubborn and refused to die. After the very day Romoe told me he was Kim, I knew he was bent on seeing me in agony.

Crying and pleading became my hobby these past months but Romeo was still unmoved, and Vivian keeps telling me to be strong.

Strong? Strong and see my child sold into prostitution? Strong and be despised by my own child?

No, that's not an act of being strong but weak!