(Layla’s POV)
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I blinked my eyes slowly open and realised I was on a hospital bed. The sterile smelling white bedsheets felt cold under my skin, but nothing compared the icy cold gripped my heart.
Tears streaming down my face as my hand rested on my stomach. “Sky?” I called out his name hoping he was near me as I did not want to be alone dealing with the sadness felt in my heart.
The memory of feeling the warm liquid flowing on my thigh, made my heart break into thousands of pieces as I knew it was blood. I had hoped the pregnancy was real, but hope was lost when I had tried for many years to conceive of a baby when I was married to Maxwell.
‘Was I ever meant to have a baby?’ I thought to myself and let out a soft sob, wiping the tears as I stared blankly at the ceiling.
