Too Late, Husband: Watch Me Shine

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shaking that started in my knees and rattled through e

aze darted to me, a flicker of wicked satisfaction in their depths. "Eloise, is that true? You... you actually got rid of your baby?" Her tone was a sickly sweet bl

know I possessed. "You have no right to speak of children, of innocence.

otection. But Dawson was no longer looking at her. His gaze was fixed on me, his face pale, his eyes wide with

s comforting whispers, his solemn promises that we would try again. All of it, every cherished memory, every moment of supposed lov

gs threatened to give out. My head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat of p

den terror. He took a hesitant step towards me, clearly horrified by

n he was dying in that hospital bed, waiting for his son-in-law to say goodbye." I watched his eyes dart away, a flicker of guilt, of shame. He had always been my father's favorite, the promising young

e'll try again's. They were all hollow. Just like you. You were never truly there. You were always chasing something else, someone else." My voice rose, raw and desperate. "You are a coward, Dawson. A selfish, irresponsible

vacant. A rare, profound bewilderment crossed his f

lm, almost cheerful. "But you know what, Dawson? It' s fine. I don't need your pity, or your promises, or your money

t... what are you talking about?" he asked, his

as something, some terrible thing, I had kept from him, something he couldn't control. But that twisted satisfaction was quickly, utterly

sed, his voice strained, a frantic desperation enterin

son," I said, my voice quiet, decisive. "