Promises

XIV

"Mr. Agreste what do you consider as enough punishment for this criminal?" The jury asked, fixing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. As the people around her took notes, brought her coffee and handled her case files.

"Jail for the rest of her life or sentenced to death." Felix replied coldly, taking a sip of coffee from the cup.

The jury was taken back by the suggestion, frowning surprised. The people beside the jury whispered stuff and crowed behind Felix did the same.

"Mr. Agreste don't you think that's a little bit extreme?" She asked again, folding her hands above a pile of cases files. "I consider that enough punishment your honor. That criminal right there kidnapped my wife, she cut everything single part of her body; scars that would never be healed. Bruises that will never be healed. She stabbed my wife's belly until my 5 months old little girl died. My wife is right now in coma and she can't walk anymore for the rest of her life. Jail is not even enough punishment your honor."

"Very well. Today December 20, I sentenced Charlotte Bourgeois, jail for the rest of her life. Guards." She glared at guards over the door and they took Charlotte by her shoulders. "This totally unfair! Let me go! I'm gonna call daddy!" She shriek, struggling at the grip of the guards.

"Thank you, your honor." Felix bowed slightly and walked out.

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Felix sighed heavily as he entered Bridgette's hospital room. Heavy hearted, his eyes couldn't help but to tear up. Every time he looked at Bridgette, it broke his heart. Almost 5 surgeries, '3 weeks of recovery', nothing. She  still looked baldy beat up.

Without even mention that one of the surgeries was a C- section to take his daughter's dead body out of Bridgette's belly. He watched it all, his heart became colder by the minute.

After he'd met Bridgette, his world was different. He was still cold as a rock but deep inside him, Felix loved her back. But it was when she said "I do" during their wedding that turn his world upside down. Since that day, he'd changed but now, the old Felix was coming back.

Felix sat in the chair next to Bridgette's stretcher, cupping her tiny-compared to his- delicate hand onto his. Carefully brushing a kiss on top of the scars that her hand had. And more scars ran up her arms and down her legs.

"Good morning M'lady," For the first time in months his voice sounded sweet and soft. Not harsh and cold. "Well, Charlotte was sentenced to jail for the rest of her life..." He inhale sharply, rubbing the top her hand. "I wish you were awake, I love you. " Felix moved closer  and planted a kiss on her cheekbone.

"Sir visitor hours are over. I'll have to ask you to leave unless you're her husband." The nurse said as she wrote something in Bridgette's board.

"I'm her husband." That empty, cold voice regain over him but still squeezed Bridgette hand.

"Have a good day sir."

He remained quite. She left the room he turn to Bridgette again. "I need to go honey. But I'll be back, just need to do something."

Felix stared to walk away but he heard mumbling. Bridgette's mumbling. He spun around quickly to find Bridgette's lips moving like she was trying to say something. Moving her head side to side though her eyes were closed.

"B-Bridgette!" He stuttered excitedly.

But then she whimpered. Finally words started to flow out of her mouth. "F-Felix! The baby! I-I can't feel her!" Bridgette shirked terrified. Her hands traveling down to her flat and stitched belly.

"W-Where is she?!" She cried, "Where's our little girl Felix!"  She yell tears streaming down her cheeks.

Felix was frozen, he couldn't tell her, not like this. "H-Honey-.."

Bridgette tried to get out the bed but her legs didn't move. Nor she could feel them. "F-Felix, m-my legs.." She whispered.

"M'lady, please calm down. I'll explain okay?" He lay her back as he peek her lips.

"O-Okay.."

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"Adrien, I want divorce right now." She shouted, pushing Adrien back. Tears rolling down her cheeks

He choked on his own salvia, quickly wrapping his arm Marinette's petit and swollen waist. Wait swollen? "You can't be serious Marinette! I love you! Don't do this to me!" He begged, hiding his face on her lower back.

She quickly pushed him away again, throwing her wedding ring to his face. "Its over, Adrien."

As she packed her things, Adrien was holding on to her leg. Begging for forgiveness and mercy. Crying his eyes out.

"And for you information, I'm pregnant and it isn't yours." She slammed her suitcase closed and walked away.

"It's your brother's."  And slammed the door shut.

"MARINETTE WAIT!" Adrien shirked, jumping up. He looked around, it was his room. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

Air return to Adrien's lungs, he lay back down. He looked to his side, there she was. His wife, soundly asleep. Her chest rosed and fell back down softly, he smiled sweetly. It was more like a grin. Adrien pecked her lips slowly until her eyes opened surprised.

"H-Hey!" She complained.

"Your lips taste like honey." Adrien grinned, pulling her closer, kissing her deeply again. 

(I apologize for any grammar mistakes.)