"I am sorry, Pete. I am sorry. Please come back to me."
"Please, I will do anything." I was crying beside my mate, who was now lifeless and lying in the hospital bed.
"Sir," the nurse said, coming into the room with the baby. She handed me the baby.
Pete, I promised you I would take care of our child, Venice.
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10 years ago, when I first met Pete, he was the son of my father's business partner. He was a university student. She was a stunning person. When we first met, he got his first kiss, and I later determined he was my fated mate. He was happy about it; even though he didn't know who I was, he was happy that he met his fated mate.
Our parents were happy about us, and they wanted us to get engaged. But I didn't want to; my heart belongs to another person. But I couldn't disagree with my parents, so I got engaged.
Two years later, he graduated, and by the time he graduated, he was already a famous actor. He continued his acting career while helping with his parent's business.
He would come sometimes, and I was nice to him. We have a good relationship. A few months ago, we got married. He moved into my house. We have a different room, and when I told him about it, he asked why.
I told him that I wanted him to get comfortable with me. I didn't give him a permanent mark because I didn't want to tie him down, but the truth was, I didn't want him as my mate.
Pete was a perfect mate; he woke up early, cooked and cleaned the house. He was the perfect husband to me; however, I was not.
I used work as an excuse to return home late at night. He would always ask for me to go somewhere with him, but I would tell him that I was busy and just to go alone. He would never argue with me and agree to it.
In our second year of marriage, he got pregnant with a child, and that was when things between us changed. He would call me often, asking me to bring him food. I told him I was busy and asked the maid to do it.
He would get mad at me for coming back late and many other things. One day, it was his birthday, and I promised him that I would come back to celebrate with him. But I got a call from my friend asking me for help because his daughter was sick and wanted to go to the hospital, but his husband was not at home and had taken the car with him. So I rushed to their house and took the child to the hospital.
After everything was done, it was already the next day. When I wanted to return home, I saw Pete in the bedroom waiting for me. "Where were you?" he asked.
"I am sorry, Pete. A friend called. They have an emergency." I explained.
"Tay right? It's always him."
"Pete, it is not like that; I told you before we were just friends." I tried to reason with her.
"I have enough of your excuses; I don't care. Do whatever you like." With that, he turned to leave, but I stopped him.
"Pete, I am sorry. I didn't mean to miss your birthday. I-"
"But he was more important," he said.
"Pete"
"Why are you so obsessed with him? Did he seduce you with his body?"
"Don't talk about him like that," I said, and now I was angry.
"So what if? It's n-"
*slap*
I slapped her. I didn't mean to. I regretted. But the damage was already done. He looks at him with an eye, the look of betrayal.
He ran out of the room, and I followed. and we got into a fight on the stairs, and he fell. I rushed to the hospital, but the doctor couldn't save the child.
to be continued.
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