Twenty Years of Marriage Reduced to One and Two Chapter 06

Twenty Years of Marriage Reduced to One and Two Chapter 06

“Mrs. Boone… Mrs. Boone?” 

A gentle voice pulled me back. 

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was blinding white. 

I squinted, my voice hoarse. “Has the surgery started?” 

The doctor nodded, speaking softly through the mask. 

“Your abdominal wound has been cleaned. We’re about to begin suturing.” 

I shook my head slowly. 

“I scheduled a termination last night…” 

The doctor paused, clearly caught off guard. 

“You’re actually very lucky. The pregnancy could still be preserved. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” 

I had waited so long for this child. So long that we started wondering if something was wrong with us. 

I took medication. Got injections. 

He tried everything too. 

Doctors said it was just a matter of time. 

So we stopped pressuring each other. Stopped talking 

about it. 

Whenever people asked, we just said we were waiting. 

And now… the baby had finally come. 

Only for me to let it go. 

The room fell into suffocating silence. 

I closed my eyes. 

Then shook my head again. 

I’m sorry. 

By the time Alaric rushed in, eyes red, everything was already done. 

The wound was stitched. All that remained were 

blood–soaked gauze pads in the trash. 

“Maris… they said you were pregnant?” 

“Is it true? You really were?” 

His voice trembled with excitement, breath uneven like 

he’d just been handed the world. 

He stared at me, eyes burning. 

Like he still cared. 

Like he still loved me. 

But just an hour ago, he had tried to kill me. 

He grabbed my hand tightly, leaning against the bed, urging me again, carefully. 

“Maris… talk to me.” 

“You were pregnant, right?” 

He pressed my cold palm against his burning face. 

Humble. Desperate. 

Pathetic. 

I slowly turned my head away. Then looked back at him, empty, numb. 

“One time, yes.” 

“Not anymore.” 

The moment the words fell, the air seemed to thin. 

Sunlight streamed through the window. Clear enough 

for me to see every flicker on his face–shock, disbelief. 

His eyes widened, like someone had wrapped a hand 

around his throat. 

He couldn’t make a sound. 

Just like that night, when I stood outside the lab door 

and listened for hours. 

“Why…” 

It took him a long time to find his voice. 

Then his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. 

In that moment, he wasn’t the top physicist at Argent 

National Research Institute. 

Not the man who spoke confidently on the Nobel stage. 

Just a man who had learned he was going to be a father 

–and lost it in the same breath. 

I looked at his shattered expression and let out a quiet 

laugh. 

“You were willing to kill me for Corinne.” 

“And you still expect me to carry your child?” 

He froze. 

His lips parted, his face draining of color. 

“Maris, I didn’t… that was an accident. I lost control 

for a second.” 

He slapped himself hard. 

His pale face swelled instantly. 

Ridiculous, yet pitiful. 

I didn’t even blink. 

“You already have a child out there,” I said calmly. 

“Whether this one existed or not, you were getting a 

son anyway.” 

“That’s not the same! It’s not-” 

He cut himself off. 

After a moment, he steadied his breath, then asked carefully, “…You know it?”