She pulled him with his collars towards herself with all her will instead of just crashing her lips on him she just felt his lips with her's. her weak hands trembled around his collars.Her tears were flowing silently.
He was in the complete state of...
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Former lover ( younger brother) POV:
It had been two hours since he first read the reports, trying to process the flood of information. He didn’t even know why he was hurt. He had never wanted this family, this bond, and yet the knowledge that he had an unborn child, a fact he had been completely unaware of, cut him deeply. He couldn’t comprehend why it affected him so much. Why hadn't she told him? Over the past months, she hadn’t given him a single hint that the child was his.
Countless scenarios raced through his mind. Was she hiding the truth from his brother? Was she deceiving everyone? Or did his whole family know and choose not to tell him? The possibility that his own brother knew about the child and kept it from him was too painful to consider. It would be an unimaginable betrayal. After all, he was his younger brother, someone he should have been able to trust.
Questions whirled in his mind. Was she hiding the truth from his brother? Was she deceiving both of them? Or did his whole family know but chose not to tell him? The possibility that his own brother knew about the child and kept it from him was too painful to consider. It would be an unimaginable betrayal. After all, he was his older brother, someone he should have been able to trust.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he saw his brother's car pull into the hospital parking lot. Had she already called him? He watched as his brother rushed up the stairs and through the corridors, heading straight to the reception desk before disappearing into her room.
After what felt like an eternity, he saw his brother and her emerging from the room. His brother was carefully holding her, carrying her belongings, his arm around her protectively. She walked slowly, one hand on her belly, the other clutching her husband's arm for support. They looked like the perfect couple, the perfect family, with a child that rightfully belonged to him. The sight of them together, looking like a perfect family, tore at his heart. It was his family, his child, yet his brother was in his place.
A mix of emotions churned inside him—pain, anger, confusion, and a deep sense of loss. As he watched them walk away, he realized that his life had irrevocably changed. The family he had dismissed was now the very thing he longed for but couldn't claim. His brother’s betrayal stung, but the betrayal of not being told, of not being given the chance to step into his rightful role, hurt even more. He stood frozen, watching them disappear down the corridor, feeling like an outsider to his own life.
The reality of the situation settled heavily on him. His brother, who had always been a source of contention, was now intertwined in his life in a way that he couldn't escape. And the woman he was supposed to get married, carrying his child, was standing beside another man. The pain of it all was almost too much to bear, but he knew he couldn't ignore it any longer.
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_________________________________________ His POV:
As he reached the hospital, he could hardly believe it when she called him, her voice filled with desperation as she begged him to come. Panic surged through him, knowing she had been alone in the house. How had she managed to get to the hospital? His mind raced as he practically ran to her room after getting directions from the reception.
When he entered, he saw her lying on the hospital bed, her face relaxed in a peaceful sleep. The harsh fluorescent lights above cast a gentle glow on her skin, highlighting the softness of her features. He moved quietly to her side and sat down, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of her face. How long had it been since he had taken the time to really look at her? He couldn't remember. Had he ever looked at her with such tenderness, with such an aching sense of regret and concern? If he had, the memory was long buried under the routine of their everyday lives.
He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. She looked so serene, so unlike the woman he had argued with, the woman he had grown distant from. The weight of his guilt settled heavily on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He should have been there for her, should have taken her hospital, should have cared more.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice when she began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and relief. He quickly stood up, the chair scraping lightly against the floor, and gently helped her sit up, his hands steadying her shoulders.
"Thank you for coming," she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper but filled with gratitude. Her eyes held his for a moment, searching for something he wasn't sure he could give.
He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "I’m sorry for not answering the phone," he muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I shouldn’t have left you alone."
She shook her head softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're here now, that's all that matters."
the question was already forming on his lips. "How did you get to the hospital? Did you call someone else?"
For a brief moment, a shadow crossed her face, and she hesitated. She didn't knew why she lied She couldn’t bring herself to tell him that his younger brother had been the one to help her, the one who had come to her aid, had been there when she needed help the most.. "No one came with me," she lied, her voice barely steady. "I came alone, took a taxi."
His brows furrowed, and he nodded, accepting her words but feeling an inexplicable sense of unease. "I should have been there," he repeated, the guilt gnawing at him.
"Shall we go back to the house?" she suggested, wanting to escape the hospital and the painful conversation.
"Yes, let’s go home," he agreed, trying to offer her a reassuring smile.
As she gathered her strength, he moved around the room, collecting her belongings. Each item felt like a piece of a puzzle he was struggling to put together—her medicine, her reports, the clothes she had changed out of. He held them all carefully, as if they were fragile reminders of what he had almost lost.
Together, they walked out of the hospital, her steps slow and deliberate, one hand resting protectively on her belly. He stayed close, ready to support her if she needed it, determined to make up for his absence. But the shadow of the unspoken truth lingered between them, a secret that she kept hidden, and he was too relieved to question further. As they made their way home.
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