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"You already know, Rina," Victor's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, laced with a cruel indifference that sent shivers down my spine, 
"I won't love you, no matter what you do. No matter how many times you beg, nothing will happen!
You knew from the beginning that Helena was the girl I loved!! "

His words, laced with disdain, were like a devastating blow to my heart. 

Each syllable was a reminder of the love I had lost, a love that had once burned brightly but was now extinguished, replaced by an icy void.

Victor continued, his tone unrelenting,

 "The only reason I married you is because that was my grandmother's request" 

"I'll take care of giving you money, no matter how much, but please don't bother me and Helena anymore," he added. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks, a torrent of pain and despair that I could no longer contain. 

The dream I had nurtured, the hope that our love could be rekindled, crumbled before my eyes.

 The reality was far more brutal than any nightmare I had ever imagined.

I had once planned to surprise him, to share the joyous news that I was pregnant with our child. 

 But now, it seemed that he didn't care for me, and my hopes for our unborn baby were shattered. What place did our child have in a world where its father had rejected it before it even had a chance to exist?

As Victor's words hung in the air, a chilling silence descended upon the room, broken only by the steady rhythm of my heartache.

 I was left with the agonizing realization that the love I had cherished was nothing but a cruel illusion, a marriage that had led me astray in the vast desert of my broken dreams.

Pregnant With His Child

"Mommy, wait, please! What about daddy?" Little Venice said, confused and unable to do anything as her mom pulled her away from Victor.

Helena, walking slowly, fixed a stern gaze on Venice to make her uneasy.

"You know, you're such a useless child! You can't even soften your daddy's heart! Are you really his child?" Helena said, while poking her finger at Venice's face, which brought tears to the poor child's eyes.

"B-but mommy... hicc.. why did you throw away the food we prepared for him?" Venice asked with a whimper, her voice trembling in fear of her mother.

"Hah! You're really asking me that?" Helena's voice dripped with irritation as she scolded Venice, her frustration evident.

"Why don't you ask your daddy why he can't even be bothered to visit us at home? Our nosy neighbors are starting to wonder if he even considers us as a family!" She continued, her tone laced with exasperation.