The pregnancy was gone. Resentment filled my heart as I listlessly observed the medical professional, who informed me that I'd never conceive again due to irreparable uterine damage. It had taken some time to contact Beta Hugo for assistance, but it was too late.
The medical expert explained that if I'd reached the pack's medical facility sooner, I might have saved the pregnancy. This realization reignited my bitterness.
My phone alerted me to a message from Zane. "I'm bringing Linda to our home. Her pregnancy is high-risk and she needs constant care."
I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to smash my phone. Living like this was becoming unbearable. I noticed the sympathetic looks from the medical staff as I insisted they keep my pregnancy and miscarriage confidential. They'd likely heard the gossip about Zane and Linda, especially from those who religiously followed Linda's WhatsApp updates.