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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

"Yes... it was your mom who wrote the words on the picture," he replied.

Venedict fell silent, seeming to be deep in thought.

Seeing Venedict act like that, he couldn't help but see his younger self reflected in him. Despite his young age, there already seemed to be a multitude of thoughts swirling in his mind.

"Uhm... can you tell me more about your relationship with Mom back then? I only knew some things because Mom didn't tell me everything. She said I was still too young. But now I'm five years old, so maybe I can hear more about what happened between you and Mom," Venedict said.

Victor couldn't help but be surprised and, at the same time, laugh in amazement at his words.

It's as if he's ten years old the way he talks and demands explanations. But even a ten-year-old probably wouldn't demand explanations and would just be thinking about playing. But Venedict is different from kids his age.

Maybe..