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A vehicle collision left me severely wounded and bleeding. Asher, the man who had once sworn to my parents he'd always keep me safe, didn't even look my way. He was preoccupied with securing the seatbelt for his longtime friend, gazing at her adoringly. "Silly girl, if you bump your head again, don't come complaining to me," he said teasingly. A bystander summoned an ambulance for me, which ultimately stopped my bleeding. Seven days later, that same longtime friend, Camilla, approached me confidently, holding a revealing nightgown. She waved it in front of me with a smug expression. "Avery, I

The Day My Unborn Child Died in His Arms

Camilla clung to Asher, playing innocent while keeping his focus on her. She even threw me a gloating look at one point. I sighed and gestured for the movers to pick up the pace.


Moments later, I was heading downstairs with my belongings. Hearing the door, Asher rushed after me, still in his house shoes.


"Avery, you're pregnant! Where are you going?"


I didn't respond. He hit the wall in frustration, letting out a bitter laugh. "Go ahead and leave. You'll be back soon, begging for forgiveness!"


He shouted after me, "We'll see how long you last before you come crawling back!"


Then he turned to Camilla. "Let's go inside, Camilla."


In the moving truck, the driver glanced at me with pity. "Rough day?"


I shook my head. "No, I'm leaving him for good."


Surprised, he looked at me again, and I managed a small smile. "Getting divorced," I clarified.


Chapter 4