The Unwanted Marriage

Chapter 53

THEA

Numb.

It was all I felt right now. Only numb.

I no longer cried. My tears were all dried inside my eyes. No more left tears to cry now.

I no longer felt the pain. Just numb. Just the empty hole inside me that was slowly getting bigger each time.

The moment they told me I had a stillbirth, and they couldn't save the baby, I went numb. I refused to believe that my baby was gone. I refused to believe that we lost the baby.

Our baby

Our little one.

Why was life so unfair? Why did life took everyone from me? I lost everyone I loved. I lost the half of my life. It took my baby away from me. I was 3 months away to meet my baby. Our baby.

But he was gone.

Yes. It was a He.

The moment they announced that I lost my baby, I lost the ability to move my body. I lost my sight. I lost my sound. I lost my smell. I lost my taste. I lost my touch. I lost everything. 

I could have had my baby boy in 3 months but life took him away from me.

I didn't know what happened around me. I didn't know what happened to Arthur.

I just didn't know.

I didn't want to know.

I just wanted to curl up in a giant hole, pulling me down into infinity.

Or maybe I just wanted to wake up from this evil dream. I just wanted someone to wake me up from this hell dream. I wanted Arthur to bring me back into the reality and tell me that I was just dreaming.

Wait, I was just dreaming, right?

This was all just a dream, right?

I would wake up soon, wouldn't I?

But when? When was I going to wake up? I have had enough of this nightmare.

I wanted to wake up. I needed to wake up. I had to wake up. Because otherwise I wouldn't be able to feel my baby again, I wouldn't be able to touch my belly and talk to my baby again. I wouldn't be able to meet my baby again.

And my baby needed me.

"Please, please wake me up from this nightmare." I begged, I begged to anyone who was listening to me right now. Anyone.

Just please.

I felt a touch on my hand. I knew this touch. It was my husband's touch.

"Arthur, please wake me up from this dream." I begged him, grasping his hand in mine. But the look on my husband worried me. "You are here to wake me up from this evil dream, right?"

He had tears in his eyes. Why did he cry? Why were his eyes red and swollen? Why did he look devastated like me? He came here to wake me up, right?