JasonIt has been days since Kiera talked to me after her dad's funeral. I know that she is hurt. Losing a parent is never easy for anyone. And who knows that better than I do? But seeing Kiera all so lost and mourning for days feels like a curse on my existence. She doesn't talk to anyone except Aria; she keeps her door closed in her room, always locked. She even stopped sharing the same bed with me. I don't know why she is doing all these things and what she would be doing with her father's death, but is it my fault? Then why is she punishing me by separating herself from me? And more than that, what worries me is her leukemia and the baby that is growing inside her belly. I feel helpless and unsure of how to support her during this difficult time.I would lie if I said I was not happy when the doctor said Kiera was pregnant, but that happiness only lasted for a minute or so, and then, like a bomb, the news of her cancer crushed my heart into pieces. After all these years of losing
Kiera"I am sorry for not understanding you enough and for leaving you alone." I heard Jason speak; his voice sounded heavy, as if he were crying. I could sense the pain in his words, and I regret the distance that has been between us.Tears started streaming from my hearing his words. I know Jason loves me so much and cares about me a lot, and I realize now how much I have hurt him by keeping him away from me.But with so much going on in my life, my mind was a mess, and I didn't realize how much it was affecting our relationship. Why is everything happening to me all at once? Don't I deserve to be happy for once in my life?"I am sorry." Jason's voice broke my chain of thoughts. As I felt Jason caressing my hair, I felt him move away from me. Without giving in to any thoughts or doubts, I reached out and held his hand tightly, stopping him from walking away."Don't you fucking dare to walk away now?" I said, pulling his body to me and wrapping my arms around him tight, with my head
Kiera"I will never ask anything from you, not even your love, but please abort the child." Jason's words keep echoing in my mind, pleading with me to make a decision that I never thought I would have to face.I put my hand on my belly and felt a surge of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do next. The weight of this choice feels heavier with each passing moment, leaving me torn between my own desires and the wishes of the man I once loved.I am pregnant with my and Jason's child, but Jason keeps telling me to abort the child, but I can't do this. No matter what, I want to give this child a chance at life, despite the difficult circumstances."Dad, do you also think that I should abort the baby?" I asked, staring at him with tears in my eyes."Dad, I need your guidance now more than ever," I whispered, hoping for some clarity in this overwhelming situation. But I know he can't answer the question for me.I stare at his grave, feeling lost and alone, wishing he were still here to
JasonA week has passed since Kiera opened up her heart to me, revealing her deepest fears and insecurities. I tried to give her space, but it didn't work out as she continued to distance herself from me. So when we finally opened up to each other, I was relieved to see her walls coming down.But she is scared for herself, for our child growing inside her belly, and for the future of our family. I would be lying if I said I was sad, depressed, or helpless, as I couldn't do anything to protect her from harm; I couldn't protect my baby or my wife from the uncertainties of life.I am caught in a tug of war where there is nothing but a loss for me. The weight of these fears and uncertainties is heavy, and I know that I can't win this game of life. In order to protect one life, I have to sacrifice the other, and that is a burden I never imagined I would have to bear.I sighed, my head hanging from frustration and guilt as I grappled with the impossible choices ahead of me. The weight of gu
JasonMy heart raced as I pushed the ignition button on my car, determined to get to her side as quickly as possible. The thought of Kiera in pain was unbearable, and I knew I needed to be there for her no matter what."Daddy, what happened to mommy?" I tried to keep my voice steady. I didn't scare my daughter. She was only six years old, and I didn't want to alarm her with the news of her mother's accident."Aria, everything is fine; Daddy has some work to do, but we'll go see Mommy soon," I reassured her, trying to keep my own fear in check. "Why don't you spend some time with your Uncle Kevin today? I'm sure he'd love to play with you." Aria's face lit up at the mention of her uncle, and I felt a wave of relief, knowing she would be distracted and happy in his company.I called Kevin, as he was in the office, and asked if he could spend the day with Aria. He happily agreed, and I felt grateful for his willingness to help out during this difficult time. These past few days, Kevin ha
“Mom see, I brought a lot of groceries,” I said, placing a big sack full of veggies, meat, eggs, toiletries, and everything that was necessary for us to survive for a whole week. The last few days have been hard; we barely had enough to fill ourselves, and after Dad's accident, Mom totally scattered. She still tries her best, but I can see how broken and hurt she was after that day. Her smile and the cheerful, bubbly attitude of my mother somehow faded away, and there has been a 180-degree change in her personality. I don’t like seeing her scattered but, no matter how much I try, I can't help her. It's been difficult for me to witness the toll that Dad's accident has taken on my mother. Despite her efforts, it's clear that she is struggling to cope with the emotional and physical aftermath. I wish there was more I could do to support her during this challenging time. “Jason,” Mom called, with her voice sounding weaker than usual. “Come sit beside me,” she said, patting the empty spa
Things don't always go as planned in life, and while that may sound like a quote, it's the reality of my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my life would take such an unexpected turn, forcing me to sacrifice my desires for the sake of my father. Everything was perfect. Now it feels as if someone is waking me up from a strange fantasy, presenting me with a truth that is totally different from my perception. And the person sitting next to me is the root of all this chaos. The reason for ruining our lives, the reason for my father's sadness, and the devil who somehow found the very right time to ruin our lives at our most vulnerable moment, crushing our livelihood without giving us a chance to stand. And that person is Jason Gray, a man of immense power and a cruel heart. The same person to whom I'm legally bound as his lawfully or more forcefully wedded wife, despite the fact that we have shared no vows, promises, or love for each other. And, as much as I would like
“What the hell are you doing here,” I asked, the guy who was standing in front of me and staring at me head to toe like a hungry beast waiting for his meal. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy as if he could see right through me. The air grew thick with tension, leaving me wondering what his intentions were for being here.“It’s my house, and I can come and go wherever I want,” he said as he stood next to the sink to wash his hands. I watched him closely, trying to gauge his true intentions. His nonchalant response only fueled my curiosity further. As he dried his hands, a sly smile played on his lips, leaving me even more unsettled.I didn’t want my husband to see me like this with my body completely bare, so I turned my back, not giving any attention to him, and immediately covered my body with a towel nearer my range.“Don’t you have any manners?_____ How can you enter my bathroom without knocking?” I heard him chuckle at my question without giving it any consideration.And before