ManyWriters

In the third year of our marriage, after Alaric failed to convince me to agree to an open marriage, he started messing around.
When I barged into the VIP club to confront him for the 99th time, Alaric asked me to dance in place of his new fling who was on her period.
I pointed at my limp leg, "Me? Can I pole dance?"
He smirked disdainfully, "You just had a miscarriage, not an amputation."
"What are you playing at?"
Alaric roughly dragged me to the pole, forcing me to dance.
Until my leg injury flared up, and blood pooled beneath my feet, covering the floor.
He left with his new girlfriend in tow, "If you don't want kids, don't hold others back from living their lives."
That night, I had both legs amputated and ended up in a wheelchair.
His new flame Scarlett, however, sent intimate photos of their vacation together.
Alaric didn't know that I miscarried because I had ovarian cancer.
He was even more clueless that the cancer had already spread to my legs. The lingering limp was actually a blessing in disguise.

The 99th Time Catching Him

After a long moment of silence, Alaric seemed to make up his mind. He placed the child in my arms and promised, "Melody, this child is ours. I've wronged you, and this is my way of making amends."


The man before me had tears in his eyes as he knelt on one knee, reminiscent of the day he proposed to me.


Back then, my heart was full of love for him.


Now, just looking at him made me sick to my stomach.


As I opened my mouth to refuse, Scarlett suddenly burst in.


Alaric jumped, startled, and quickly took the child from my arms. "How did you escape?"


Scarlett, like a woman possessed, tried to snatch the baby away. "This is my child! What right do you have to give it to her? What right?"


"Because you ruined what Melody and I had! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in this mess!"


Chapter 10