I Stabbed My Womb To Cut The Last Tie Binding Me To Him Chapter 08

I Stabbed My Womb To Cut The Last Tie Binding Me To Him Chapter 08

“Honey,” Caleb held my hand, “I know I was wrong.” 

“That woman.” 

“I’ve ended it with her.” 

“The baby’s vitals are stabilizing. As long as you wake 

up, we can start over, okay?” 

“Sage.” 

Caleb’s tears hit my hand. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

I remembered Caleb saying: “Do it too often, and it loses its impact.” 

It felt like my life was being reconstructed. 

Like a new hand of cards was being dealt. I 

remembered reading somewhere: 

If a person. 

Has the courage to die. 

How could they not have the strength to live? 

It was as if I caught the shadow of my past self, tore it 

apart, and looked at that broken version of me. I gave her a long, tight hug. 

“It’s okay.” 

“It’s going to be okay now.” 

I looked at the dissolving, shattered Sage and told her 

gently: 

“It’s okay.” 

“You were so brave.” 

My finger twitched. 

“Sage?” 

I slowly opened my eyes. 

“Sage!” 

My vision hadn’t fully cleared; Caleb was just a blurred silhouette. 

“I’ll get the doctor!” 

“Thank God!” 

“You’re finally awake!” 

The silhouette hurried away, and soon there were more voices. 

“Yes!” 

“Sage is awake!” 

“The doctor is checking her now!” 

“As long as she’s awake!” 

“She’ll be okay!” 

“Everything will be fine!” 

Amidst the noise, someone started crying. Crying and 

saying: 

“Sage.” 

“Dad was wrong.” 

My heart flickered. 

“I was so wrong.” 

I felt tears falling on my face. 

“As long as you’re alive, you can do whatever you 

want.” 

“Sage.” 

My breath hitched. It was my mother. 

She was sobbing. 

“Your father and I have talked.” 

“Whether you want a divorce or you want to stay, we’ll 

support you.” 

“You’re our only daughter.” 

“We can’t lose you.” 

“Your father,” her voice shook, “his hair has gone 

white.” 

“He went to the cathedral for you, knelt before the 

Cross of Christ, and pleaded with the Lord to save you. Can you hear me?” 

I wanted to say. 

I couldn’t. 

I wanted to say. 

I don’t need it anymore. 

But as I began to see their outlines clearly, I remembered being driven to despair, being driven to jump, falling through the air, being cut by branches. until my body was screaming in pain, and finally, hitting the ground. 

It felt like my internal organs had been shattered. I felt my life becoming light, so light, as it ebbed away. 

I wasn’t afraid. 

I wasn’t scared. 

I only felt relief. 

Satisfaction. 

Only- 

“Mr. Sterling.” 

My voice was a whisper. 

My father froze. 

“Mrs. Sterling.” 

My mother’s sobbing stopped. 

“Caleb Vance.” 

Caleb looked at me. 

“We,” I forced a smile, “are even now.” 

“What I mean is,” I looked at their shocked, hurt expressions, “I have nothing to do with any of you 

anymore.” 

“Do you understand?” 

I gasped for air, but I had to make it clear. 

“You could have chosen not to save me.” 

“To let me die.” 

“Just as I chose.” 

“To die to get away from you.” 

“So,” every word was exhausting, but I gritted my teeth, “I don’t owe you anything.”