Jordan’s POV
“Please don’t yell at me, Jordan. I’ve had a tiring day and I just want to go to bed. Can’t you understand I lost my baby and I just want to do something to keep my mind off it? I’m trying here. So let me be,” Fiona yelled and dashed into the bedroom, leaving me standing alone in the living room.
It’s been five months since Fiona had undergone the surgery to keep her and the baby safe and everything was fine. Now, a month back, she suspiciously had a miscarriage? How does one explain that?
I made sure to take good care of her. I gave her everything she needed. She remained stress free, and I provided constant support, yet we still lost our child. The doctors had given me a long explanation I couldn’t comprehend, and since then Fiona had gone back to her old habits of goi
