Falling For My Ex Husband Again

NEAH'S POV

Rain hammered against the windows as I stared blankly at my phone screen. My hands trembled while I clutched my stomach, the pain inside me growing sharper, as though something was slowly tearing me apart from within.

"Please..." I whispered shakily, dialing Dave's number again.

For the seventh time tonight.

My stomach had been hurting for hours, but now I could barely breathe. Something was wrong. This wasn't normal. This wasn't ordinary pain.

"Please answer... please..."

Tears slipped down my cheeks when his call went straight to voicemail again.

I didn't know which hurt more-the pain consuming my body or the realization that his work might once again matter more than me.

Suddenly, I doubled over as a warm liquid ran down between my thighs.

My eyes widened in horror. Slowly, I lowered my gaze to the floor and saw blood dripping steadily from my legs.

"D-Dave..."

Frantically wiping my tears away, I dialed my husband again with trembling fingers. My vision was beginning to blur from the pain, but I forced myself to stay conscious.

Please answer me.

After several agonizing seconds, the call finally connected.

A sob escaped my lips instantly.

"Dave..." I gasped, gripping the edge of the sofa for support. "P-please... it hurts... I'm scared..."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. I could hear faint voices, the muted sound of a projector in the background.

Another meeting.

"Neah," he said in a low, serious voice. "I'm in a meeting right now."

Something tightened painfully in my chest. Was he choosing work over us again?

"Please..." I begged through tears. "I can't do this... something's wrong with our baby..."

I closed my eyes, desperately waiting for his response. Even just a little concern. Even just the reassurance that he was on his way.

But what he said next shattered me completely.

"Let's talk later, okay? I'll call you after this."

Then the line went dead.

I froze.

Slowly, my trembling hand lowered the phone as tears streamed endlessly down my face.

I didn't know how long I sat there, writhing in pain. Alone. While my husband... had chosen work over us once again.

A sharp wave of agony suddenly tore through my stomach, stronger than before. I cried out as more blood poured down my legs.

"Help..."

My voice was barely audible.

"Someone help me..."

Moments later, I faintly heard hurried footsteps and the panicked voices of neighbors before my vision finally went black.

The last thing I remembered...

Was clutching my stomach tightly while silently praying over and over again.

Please...

Save my baby.

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Cold.

That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes.

My eyelids felt unbearably heavy as I slowly looked around at the white ceiling above me. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic beeping of a monitor.

I was in a hospital.

Panic hit me instantly, and I reached for my stomach.

Then I felt it.

That horrifying emptiness.

The baby bump was gone.

My eyes widened as I forced myself upright despite the weakness in my body.

"My baby..." I whispered shakily, glancing around the room. "Where's my baby?"

A nurse quickly rushed to my side. "Ma'am, please calm down-"

"Where is my child?!" I screamed, tears crashing down my face. "Please... please tell me my baby is okay..."

The nurse looked away.

And in that moment, my heart sank.

It felt as though my entire world had stopped turning when the hospital room door slowly opened.

Dave walked in.

He looked breathless, like he had rushed there as soon as he could. His suit was wrinkled, and in his hand was a bouquet of white roses.

My vision blurred even more. A hollow laugh almost escaped me.

While I was suffering... while I was trying to save our baby... he had been busy chasing his ambitions.

"Neah..." he called softly as he stepped closer to my bed. "I came as soon as I-"

"Don't."

He froze immediately.

With trembling hands, I wiped my tears away and gathered what little strength I had left.

"Don't come near me."

"Neah-"

"Our baby is gone."

My voice shook violently as I said the words. I covered my face with both hands, broken sobs escaping through my fingers.

I couldn't accept it.