Bed of Nails

Chapter 173

He broke the promise. 

My hands, which were cupping his face, fell. More tears welled up in my eyes, and he could see how much his action had hurt me. How could he break the promise? Just because our child is no more in this world, he chose to break the promise. How cruel he can be. Tears rolled down from my eyes. A sob left my mouth when I lifted my hand and wiped my wet cheeks. A hard realization hit me. 

“How did I forget that promise meant nothing to you? How did I forget our child meant nothing to you at the time and not even now?" I said with a bitter look on my face. Tears of pain kept rolling down from my eyes. 

“How stupid I could be to forget that,” I said with a pained smile. His jaw clenched even more when I said that. I turned around to walk away with my shattered heart when he suddenly took hold of my hand and turned me to look at him. 

“It matters to me. Our child mattered to me,” he said in anger. I could smell alcohol on his breath. His eyes turned red because of unexpressed pain. The kind of pain he has been hiding inside him. 

“I didn't go to the ring. I didn't break my promise,” he said in a firm tone, making me look at him with slightly furrowed brows. 

“Then how did you get these bruises on your face?” I asked immediately, eyeing the bruises on his face. 

“I got into a fight at a bar,” he said firmly before letting go of my arm. Saying that, he walked away, leaving me stunned. He went to the bathroom, and I kept sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come out. He didn't even let me ask why he got into a fight in the first place. I kept biting on my lower lip in distress. His bruised face refused to leave in front of my eyes. I was feeling guilty for blaming him for things he didn’t do. He came out of the bathroom after ten minutes wearing only his sweatpants. I stood up with a first aid box in my hands. He walked straight to bed, ignoring me, but I held his hand, stopping him. He tried to pull his hand out of my hold, but I stopped him. I made him sit on the bed and held his face in a firm hold. I took antiseptic liquid on a cotton bud and started to clean his wound. He didn't even hiss when the burning liquid touched his bruise. His cold blue eyes kept looking at me. 

“Why did you get in a fight?” I asked while still trying to concentrate on applying ointment to his bruise. His jaw clenched when I asked it. He stood up, not even letting me apply ointment. It was clear he didn't want to tell me. I decided to not budge on it. He was about to walk out when I stopped him. 

“Don't you want to eat dinner?” I asked while holding his arm in a firm hold. 

“I'm not hungry,” he said in a firm tone, ready to walk away in anger, but instead, I pulled him towards the bed. 

“Then sleep with me,” I said and made him lie down on the bed. I didn't let him shift away from me. He didn't pull away when I did that instead buried his face in my chest and held me tightly as if his life depended on me. I kissed his head and wrapped my arm around him. We tried to find peace in each other's arms. The next day, he left the office before I woke up. He pecked my lips before leaving though. I wanted to talk about his father with him, but that chapter was so untouchable. I don't want him to get into more fights. 

A week passed after that incident. Erick was still aloof. He left home early and came back when I was asleep. The only evidence that he returned every night was his lingering scent on me. He slept while holding me. I was getting fed up with his aloofness. Why is he mad at me? It's not like I invited his father to my office. I was cleaning my closet when my eyes fell on the Victoria's Secret paper bag. I remember the lingerie he bought me. I bit on my lower lip while looking at it. I contemplated whether I should wear it or not. I decided to wear it in the end. I took it out and suddenly turned on my heels. It made me feel lightheaded. I have been feeling like that a lot these days. I changed into it. It fits perfectly on me. I heard the clicking of the door, and my brows furrowed. I walked out of the closet only to find him standing in front of the bed, removing his jacket. He is early today. His cold blue eyes clashed with mine. I smirked from inside. I saw how his cold blue eyes moved down on my body. I purposely didn't wear a silk robe on it. I saw how they became dark. I didn't say anything and walked to the door. He held my arm and turned me around before I could. 

“Where are you going like this?” he asked. He wants to talk. His jaw clenched and his nose flared when he saw my cleavage and bare legs. He was the one who chose it. 

“I want to take a walk in the garden,” I said while batting my eyes. His jaw clenched even more, knowing how many guards would be there at this time. 

“The hell, I'm going to let you go out like this," he said through a clenched jaw in his dangerously low voice. He moved to his lips to slam on me, but suddenly, his strong perfume made me feel nauseous. My hand clamped on my mouth, and I ran to the bathroom. He was behind me. I emptied my gut in the toilet. He pulled my hair back and kept rubbing on my back. He helped me wash my face and brush my teeth. 

“Let's go to the doctor," he said, and my eyes turned wide. 

“Why?” I asked. 

“Just because I vomited doesn't mean I should go to the doctor,” I said while looking at him with furrowed brows. 

“It's the third time you are vomiting," he said, and my eyes widened even more. How does he know? Fergus must have told him. He didn't listen to me and took me to the doctor. I didn't want the night to turn like this. Now we are sitting out of the doctor's cabin waiting for the result of a test she did on me. I told her there was no need to do the test because I was having indigestion, but she insisted on doing the test. I was all relaxed, but it seemed like Erick was lost in some worried thoughts. I don't know what he was so worried about. I held his hand, and he held it back tightly. 

“So what does the test result say?” he asked impatiently to the doctor once she called us in. He was still holding my hand in a firm hold. The doctor removed her glasses and looked at us. 

“Congratulations you are expecting,” the doctor said with a big smile. My eyes widened in shock, and my heart fluttered with fear and excitement. I couldn't believe my ears. I'm pregnant. How is that possible? Suddenly, he let go of my hand, and it made me look at him. Every happy emotion left my face when I saw him. 

It was clear. 

He didn't want it again. 

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