Ex-Husband At My Doorstep

Chapter 002

Sarah's POV

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By the time I woke up, I couldn't recognize where I was,

“Honey, are you okay?“ Ryan's voice echoed beside me,

“You are in the hospital. You tripped and fell,” He added quickly before I could even say anything, gently holding my hands,

I nodded. Believing his words for a few seconds. But the moment my eyes landed on Andrew standing a few feet away, everything became clear,

Andrew had pushed me down the stairs.

Why was Ryan trying to cover up for what he had done? What if I had died?

“No. I didn't just fall. He pushed me,” I blurted out, pointing at Andrew who just stood there, arms crossed and a blank expression on his face, not even pretending to be sorry.

“What? Honey, No. You fell,” Ryan persuaded me, firmly holding my shoulders,

I began to shake my head, refusing to believe him. Why was he even calling me honey? He never used to do that.

The Doctor walked in just then,

He greeted Ryan and I before moving on to what he had to say,

“You recovered pretty quickly and you will be discharged soon,” He concluded with a faint smile, not saying the one thing I wanted to hear about the most,

“What about my baby?“ I asked him, my hands on my belly,

The doctor's expression turned sour immediately. I saw him glance at Ryan before looking away. His lips pressed shut.

I waited for him to speak, to confirm that my baby was okay. But he remained frozen. His lips still didn’t move and his eyes refused to meet mine either—like something…or someone was holding him back.

“What baby are you talking about? You were never pregnant, honey,” Ryan said softly, gently brushing my hair back from my face.

But I pushed his hand aside.

“What do you mean?“ My voice trembled, eyes wide and filled with confusion as I looked from Ryan to the doctor—the same doctor who had confirmed my pregnancy test results just days ago. Or had it all been a dream? No. It couldn’t have been.

“Go back to sleep, honey. You are out of your mind right now. You need more rest,” Ryan said, trying to push my head back down,

But I refused.

I sat up with all the strength I could muster and climbed down from the bed. Ignoring the dull pain shooting through my legs, I marched straight to the doctor,

“I'm sure it wasn't a dream. So please tell me, what happened to my baby?” I begged him desperately while gripping his coat, hot tears gathering in my eyes,

The doctor hesitated, swallowing hard, “I'm sorry, Mam. You lost the baby from the fall,” He finally revealed, making me freeze,

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. My trembling hands slipped off his coat,

“No,” The word came out in a choking cry,

“Sorry for your loss, Mam,” The Doctor added and briskly walked out of the room,

I fell to my knees, the pain I was feeling at that moment was too heavy for my whole body to withstand,

“My baby…” I choked out a low sob, my hand on my belly as if trying to hold onto something already gone,

They took my baby! The people I had devoted my life to—the man I called my husband, the boy I raised as my own—had taken away the one thing that truly mattered to me.

“No…please,” I wailed, my whole body shaking,

Ryan stood still. So did Andrew. They both had their eyes fixed on me but they weren't even doing anything to comfort me for the pain they had caused me,

With a sudden surge of power, I jerked up to my feet and dashed over to Andrew,

“You pushed me! You made me lose my baby!“ I yelled, grabbing his arm,

“Isn't that good? The baby was never even supposed to be in the first place!“ Andrew yelled back, yanking his arm away from me with disgust.

I raised my hand, ready to slap him, but I froze... How could I hurt him?

He was my beloved sister's son. The boy I had raised and watched grew with all the love I had in me,

I had genuinely cared for him, but why was he paying me back with so much hate and pain?

Honestly, I was tired and sick of it all. Why was I even still with a family that didn't want me around or value my presence?

I should have left a long time ago. Why did It have to cost me the life of my innocent baby to realize that?!

With a heavy exhale, I turned to Ryan, “Let's get a divorce,” I said quietly but firmly,

But his response was only a low, throaty laugh,

“Divorce? There is no way I'm letting you go when Andrew is not yet 18.” He said with a wicked grin,

“I don't care. I want a divorce from you!“ I screamed out, frustrated by everything,

“Don't tell me you are being like this just because Andrew pushed you? It was just a mistake, he didn't mean to do it. And he is just a kid, how can you hate him over that?“ Ryan went on,

“I just want a divorce. Please, let me go, Ryan. I can't do this any longer,” I begged with a heavy heart,

“Dad, let her go if she wants to. That has been my wish for years. No one wants her in our family anyway,” Andrew chimed in coldly,

And I nodded at his words, “You see, he doesn't want me. So, let's just get a divorce once and for all,”

Ryan’s expression darkened as he marched toward me. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall.

“You are not going anywhere until I say so. You belong to me, Sarah,” he growled, his eyes blazing with possession, not love.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled, struggling to free myself from his grip,

But he got even more aggressive, his hand tightly grabbing my neck,

“Ryan—” I coughed, but he grinned wickedly,