Chapter 24
“I am truly sorry to inform you that we weren’t able to save your him …”
“what does it mean?”
“His physical condition was very poor, and he couldn’t stand it just after coming out for a
while…”
Tears burned my eyes as a hard knot constricted my throat, making it hard to breathe.
“C–can you …take m–e to see- him?” My voice was broken by tears.
“Better not. Your body is still weak. You should avoid intense emotions.” The doctor puts his hands on his chest to show sadness and apology.
It took me days to finally come to terms with the fact that I had lost the only chance to be a mother in five years of my marriage.
That village doctor was hell worried about my health. So, one day he came to me and asked
about my family.
“You are grieving for the loss of your baby, it’s better to call for your close family members
or friends to share this news.
Their love and support will help you to move on in your life.”
But how could I tell him that my best friend put me through hell, killing my baby heartlessly? So, as a last resort, I asked him to call my brother. He was the only person who loved me unconditionally.
It turned out to be the best decision, my brother took me to his home and comforted me.
“It was an unfortunate accident, Laura. Don’t worry. I am here for you!”
As my deteriorating condition worried him, he arranged a therapist for me, helping me out
to deal with this situation. If it wasn’t for my brother’s love, I would have lost my sanity for
sure.
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After some time, I was able to discipline my emotions and requested him.
“Please help me to leave this country silently. I don’t wish to live near any of my
tormentors.”
My brother prépared my documents with my new identity and assisted me to settle in a new city. Everyone thought that I died or vanished. No one except for the police ever tried
to find me. Not even Leo or my parents!
Such disappointing news pushed me into depression, I was on the verge of nervous breakdown when my therapist suggested me a method to deal with my grief. An idea came to my mind.
“I want a baby for myself.”
So, after thinking for a while, I discussed this issue with my brother.
“I have decided to have a child through IVF, brother. It would be only for me, not for anyone else. I’ll give all my love to my baby.
So, please help me find a sperm donor. I don’t want to …”
My voice choked as tears streamed down my cheeks, thinking about any relationship for the sake of a baby was impossible for me. My brother understood my concerns and didn’t oppose my idea, he informed me after some research.
“The genes
of a healthy athlete are the best for choice for a baby, Laura!”
An athlete sperm donor? How could we get his sperm so easily?
My brother showed me a file regarding the process and assured me,
“Don’t worry, Laura. The sports federation collects their various body fluids for research and storage in every center. I know a suitable candidate, he is definitely better than that bastard Leo.”
*Flashback ended*
Jane laughed at the cartoon she was watching, bringing me back to reality. I bent to kiss her gently on her cheek, thanking God to bless me with a beautiful daughter.
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Jane’s birth gave me hope for the future, accelerating my recovery from the severe illness. I silently promised myself that from now onwards, I would never let anyone hurt her again.
Deep in my thoughts, I flinched as for the third time in a day Jane asked me.
“Can I please call Zoe, mommy?”
After this incident, we were in ‘no contact‘ mode to outside the world, so her repeated queries to call Zoe piqued my curiosity. I asked her.
“Why do you like him so much, Jane?”
It was my guess that it was their friendship and the same interest in ice hockey, but Jane giggled and spoke shyly.
“Because Zoe is super handsome, mommy.”
Well, that was a solid reason as Zoe had inherited Leo’s good looks, he was a mini version of his dad. Poking my little girl’s nose, I agreed with her.
“Alright, let me dial his number for you.”
Call me stupid or illiterate, it took me forever to figure out how to use Jane’s smartwatch to call Zoe, although I had a smartwatch of my own. But this kid’s version was difficult to understand. Jane teased me for my lack of knowledge.
“Come on, mommy. It’s not that hard.”
Her teasing fueled my courage as after two failed tries, I successfully dialed the number. Jane was super excited to talk to her friend. However, the bell rang multiple times, increasing her frustration. Jane was about to disconnect the call when it was connected.
“Hello!”
A deep, masculine voice greeted us from the other side, it was definitely not Zoe, but his
father.
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