Meant to be

Part 34

The next morning- was the worst day of my life.

I remember opening my eyes and Mirold whispering beside me: "You're back!" smiling " I'm so sorry honey. I love you. You were right. You always are and it's just suffocating me. You're no slut. I know that. I was just afraid that you would cheat on me too, but I forgot. I forgot the reason I married you. You're the most amazing women I've ever seen. I'm blessed to have you in my life" he kissed me. I wanted to move my lips, but I couldn't. Something was very off.

I couldn't move. I wanted to tell him that I love him no matter what. I screamed like a thousand times in my head " Move bitch" but it never changed anything.

I had been struggling for an hour. My eyes were opening and I saw look of concern in Mirold's eyes. He knew something was wrong with me. But from the look of him, it hit me. My sickness. It toom a change and I had to suffer.

I saw panic rise in his eyes and he was suspecting the worse and begun to cry " No it's not. You're not going to die right now" I tried to move my mouth to smile but it was already lost case but it happened. I had a fake smile on my face and Mirold's face lit up:

"You're alive. Don't do this again please. I know I was an ass but we are worth more. You have been with our daughter only for two months..." and after that I didn't listen. It hit me like a wall.

My dreams had came true and I didn't listen my doctor about having a pet, how it would make my life shorter. I was sad and stressed. Thinking how I could be this stupid. The doctor warned me and I didn't listen. I gave birth, went to work, messed up my relationships and all.

I don't regret having Mirelda-Nogracia or becoming Mirolds's wife but I do regret not fighting for us, for my life. I had given up. I took the easy way witch now felt not so easy.

But I couldn't think anymore as the pain came and raised. It was taking control. I felt my face flince . It was awful. It felt worse than being attacked by a grisly bear or be poisoned by cobra. It was much worse. Even the pain of being rejected from my parents wasn't that bad. I just wanted to die.

I felt more tears form on my face and Mirold asked: "Sprinkle what's wrong" and I fritted trought teeth before everything went black:

" Call 911"