The Childless Sky Chapter 07

The Childless Sky Chapter 07

The moment I stopped speaking, the hallway fell into a sudden hush.

Then, a voice I knew all too well broke the silence. “Dear! Is that really you?”

Blinking in disbelief, I saw her: Hannah, standing there.

She wriggled free from the restraining hands of security and doctors, dashed over to me, and clutched my hands tightly.

“I know we’ve had our misunderstandings, but we’re still married, right? We can work it out, just us,” she said, forcing a smile.

“Dear!” I had not heard that word since Jack returned from abroad, and it sounded so foreign then.

The Hannah before me, almost groveling, seemed utterly ridiculous.

They said people only regretted when they had lost something. Now, as I was ready to walk away, her desperate pleas seemed meaningless.

I withdrew my hand sharply, my voice icy.

“Sorry, but the divorce papers are signed. As of today, we’re no longer married. Whatever misunderstandings you’re talking about, they don’t matter to me anymore. Please, don’t bother me or Grandpa ever again.”

With that, I shut the door with a definitive thud.

A frantic knocking erupted from the other side.

“Marvin! Marvin! Hear me out! I was immature, I wasn’t good enough, but I swear I’ll change!”

Through the door’s small window, I saw Hannah, tears flooding her face, her cries of sorrow leaving her slumped against the door, defeated. Yet, my resolve did not waver.

“Eight years of marriage, and you can’t forgive one mistake?”

Her voice was choked with tears, punctuated by the occasional cough from her earlier shouting.

“You promised on our wedding day, to be patient, to care for me, to cherish me for life!”

As the words hung in the air, I replied with a voice that was the epitome of calm.

“Eight years? When you chose to end our child’s life to make way for Jack’s, did it slip your mind that we’d been husband and wife for eight long years?

“And now, you dare to challenge the promises I’ve made? Did you ever stop to think about the vows you whispered to me on the day we tied the knot?”

Hannah clapped her hands over her ears, desperate to turn this reality into nothing more than a bad

dream, praying to snap awake any second.

I watched her, still lost in her denial, and let out a weary sigh.

“Home is where you should’ve said sorry, where you should’ve owned up to your mistakes. You missed that chance. This hospital is for healing, not for hashing out our issues. Please, just go. Thank you.”

With those final words, I turned and retreated to my chair.

Silence settled in at last.

However, outside, the occasional sound of Hannah’s weeping broke through.

Jack, who had been on edge about this hospital visit, finally let out a sigh of relief. He had not seen this coming. He never expected me to take a stand like this.

He picked Hannah up off the floor, his voice a notch louder, making sure I would overhear from inside the room. “Hannah, let’s head home. I’m not feeling too well.”

Hannah got to her feet, but she was not about to be pushed around.

She leaned against the door, standing on tiptoes, peering into the room for a glimpse of me.

Seeing me there, sitting in silence, not even bothering to look back, her face went ashen, her lips quivering.

Jack, for his part, was past caring about her cold shoulder. His mind was racing to get her out of there. He wanted to take her back home where he could smoothly talk to her, use my aloofness to snuff out the flicker of love that was lighting up in her heart again.