Chapter 4
Returning home, I headed to my bedroom to grab a suitcase.
Drunk and unsteady, Valentino King stumbled into the room and wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t leave, I know you’re pregnant…”
My heart skipped a beat.
He nestled into my neck as he always did. “Let’s get married, don’t leave…”
The suitcase slipped from my hand; I thought he had changed his mind.
Just as I reached out to embrace him, he murmured in my ear, “Camila, don’t go…”
I can’t describe my feelings at that moment. It was like reaching for a lifeline in desperation, only to find it dragging me deeper into the abyss.
I shoved him away forcefully, but he clung madly to my suitcase.
A fierce tug scattered its contents across the floor.
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The ceramic figurine we had painted together the night we made our relationship official
shattered on the ground, completely broken.
Like our emotions, beyond repair.
After his fit, he finally fell into a deep sleep, and I started packing my clothes again.
Camila Jimenez called, her voice smug. “Did you know? Valentino spent the whole day with me. We visited a bakery and then went to the chapel to pray for the baby.”
“He mentioned how much you love transcribing psalms for blessings. Why not write them three hundred times for my child? After all, your boyfriend is with me, and all you can do is live off writing.”
“When Valentino was sick, you found a doctor and copied psalms, while I did nothing but stayed by his side, and he was grateful to me instead. Haha, you’re truly foolish.”
Back then, I sought out every reputable doctor but found none.
In my most desperate hour, I shut myself in the chapel, praying day and night, copying psalms tirelessly until blisters formed on my hands,cing to stop.
Later, his illness miraculously healed, and I left the chapel in delight.
Yet, he complained, “I was sick and you weren’t even there for me. If it weren’t for Camila and my brother, I would have died alone.”
He overlooked the specialists I hired and the remedies I sought out, only blaming me.
But back then, I was still happy, happy he could recover.
The more pure my happiness was then, the more tragic it feels now.
I could almost imagine Valentino mocking my effort, surely with derision and dark humor.
As he wished, I will never be that naive again.
9:00 PM
I took a deep breath, lifted the suitcase, and headed to the hospital.
The procedure for the miscarriage wouldn’t happen until daylight, and homeless, I quietly
waited on the hallway seats.
At dawn, I was the first to schedule the procedure.
Leaving the doctor’s office, I bumped into Valentino accompanying Camila for her check-
- up.
Upon seeing me, he was livid. “I told you to copy psalms, and you ended up wishing harm on Camila. Do you know you nearly caused her miscarriage?”
in the maternity ward, trying to stir up trouble again?”
“The last time at the memorial service you clashed with Camila Wiki Mtning serah teri
However, it wasn’t me trying to stir up trouble.
now what are you doing
As he spoke, Camila rushed towards me, apologizing with words, but her body suddenly flung backward.
Valentino panicked and caught her, knocking me to the ground.
I landed awkwardly, pain searing through my abdomen, and I gritted my teeth, “It wasn’t
me.”
“If it wasn’t you; who was it? Could Camila, a mother, risk her own child?”
As Valentino finished speaking, blood began to flow relentlessly from between my legs.
Seeing this, he froze slightly, while the nurse beside us shouted:
“Miss, you’ve miscarried!”
Valentino’s face changed instantly. He reached out with trembling hands to cradle me. “Paris, you were pregnant?”