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Arabella Hopkins had lost count of the number of times she had broken inside.
This was now the third procedure she was undergoing to try to conceive a child, in addition to several fertility treatments that had yielded no results.
The doctor meticulously examined the sonograms, while her husband squeezed her hand tightly. Both held their breath, waiting for an answer.
"It didn't work this time either. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hopkins ," the doctor said, looking them directly in the eyes.
Arabella pressed her lips together. She remained silent for a few moments and then forced a smile laden with sadness.
"What does that mean? There was no insemination?"
The doctor shook his head, with a serious and compassionate expression.
Fernando Donovan, her husband of five years, could not meet her gaze when they heard the diagnosis; his expression of disappointment wounded her deeply.
"Doctor... could we try again?" she asked in desperation.
"Arabella , your body is not ready yet. You need to recover from the last procedures. We must wait at least a couple of months," he replied firmly.
"You heard the doctor, honey. Let's go home, you need to rest, my love, your health is the most important thing," Fernando got up from the desk and held out his hand to her.
Arabella nodded without saying anything more. She left the office with Fernando, willing to wait that time. The days were long and filled with anxiety.
However, the long-awaited day arrived. Arabella got ready as usual and went to the living room.
"Fernando, are you ready, my love?" she asked, confused to see him holding a small suitcase.
"Arabella , my love, I can't go with you today. An urgent business trip came up; they require my presence in a couple of hours outside the city."
"A business trip, just today? Fernando, my love, it's a very important day."
Fernando walked over to her and hugged her tightly against his chest, kissing her on the head.
"I know, my love, and I know everything will be just fine. This time we'll be victorious. Forgive me for not being able to go with you, but I can ask my mother to go for me, can't I? I love you very much, Arabella , you're the most important woman in my life."
Arabella swallowed hard and shrugged.
"No, Fernando, I can go alone."
However, everything seemed to conspire against her.
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