Bab 42: C42

Angelo pov

Sure she wasn't pregnant, and she wouldn't be; I was the one who did the miscarriage surgery for her vagina. There was no chance for her to get pregnant, but when I had seen her facial expressions and her high hopes that she believed somewhat that she was pregnant, I couldn't hurt her feelings. But I knew back then that Bella was badly in need of help.

I was so sorry for her.

Every woman and girl dreamed of having children. But I had nothing to do. I couldn't blame myself nor fate, either.

But I took it seriously, this time. I took care of her, I tried to play along with her pregnancy, especially when the psychiatrist asked me to do so.

It took months until she finally realized she could never be a mother ever.

And this partially destroyed our relationship. I couldn't say we hated each other. But something was missing there. The bed became cold. Our touches became rare. As if we required something.