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Throughout my life, I’ve always been drawn to the ocean, but growing up in a poor family meant I never had the chance to see it firsthand.
In my youth, my father’s gambling addiction plunged our family into debt, and he turned to alcohol for solace. When drunk, he would physically abuse my mother. If I hadn’t alerted the authorities multiple times, my mother’s life would have ended much earlier.
However, our fortune eventually ran out.
One night, after finishing my studies at school, I came home to find my mother barely alive on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. My father was nowhere in sight.
I informed the police about him, but it seemed as if he had disappeared into thin air, never to be seen again.
The emotional scars from my upbringing
persisted for a decade, haunting me night after night. I loathed myself for being unable to protect my mother and take her away from that situation. But I harbored even more resentment towards her for loving my father so deeply and staying with him despite the abuse, ultimately leading to her demise.
These experiences left me wary of love and hesitant to form close bonds with anyone..
That all changed when Jacob entered my life.
Upon inheriting the Lopez family fortune, he fell for me instantly and spent five years pursuing
- me.
He was always there to support me, resolving any issues I faced and providing for all my material needs. He often surprised me with thoughtful gestures and extravagant presents. Every year on my birthday, he would organize elaborate celebrations, gifting me the most stunning jewelry in the city. If I showed even slight interest in a piece, his joy would rival that of a devoted servant receiving praise from their ruler.
Aware of my love for the sea, he took me on monthly trips to the coast until we married. Only after much convincing did he reluctantly agree to stop, jokingly referring to it as “ending the tradition.
Jacob was like a guiding light in my dark world, offering hope and purpose.
Yet he also inflicted the most painful betrayal. He demonstrated the complexity of human nature–how someone who loved you deeply could still betray you.
His infidelity wasn’t just an affair. He made the cruel decision to have my uterus removed to ensure another woman’s child would be his heir.
I confirmed this at the hospital that afternoon. My uterus was gone.
Even though I already knew the truth, seeing the medical results devastated me. My heart. ached with unbearable pain,
On our wedding day, I shared with Jacob my desire for children and my dream of starting at family together. He had smiled warmly, embracing me, and said he had always wanted a child with me but hadn’t mentioned it carlier, fearing I wasn’t prepared.
However, fate intervened. I was diagnosed with infertility.
For four years after our marriage, despite our best efforts and numerous treatments, I couldn’t conceive, I was overwhelmed with guilt, often crying in the middle of the night.
Jacob would always comfort me, offering sincere words of support. He would assure me that having a child wasn’t important, that my happiness and companionship were all he needed.
He spoke as if he truly didn’t mind, but I could detect the disappointment in his eyes. He longed for a child even more than I did.
Our perseverance finally paid off. This June, I discovered I was expecting our first child. When I saw the positive test result, it felt like my heart exploded with joy, I was elated and eager to share the news with Jacob.
But his reaction wasn’t what I had anticipated. He didn’t share my excitement; instead, he appeared sorrowful.
At the time, I didn’t understand. I assumed he might be facing work–related stress.
It wasn’t until now that I realized the truth–he was afraid. Afraid that my child’s arrival would jeopardize the inheritance of Daisy’s unborn baby,
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