Dear Ex, It’s Too Late For Regrets

Evelyn’s POV. "Evelyn." Doctor Marcus called gently as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "I am afraid, your womb has been damaged, it's gone." His words felt like a blow to my chest as the air around, suddenly turned suffocating. 'Wait! What? Was this some sort of joke?' I pondered as I felt my stomach churning when I looked up at him. His eyes were filled with both sorrow and pity as I tried to reach out to hold him but winced as the sharp pain hit my stomach, once again. It was like a knife was being sliced through my flesh as I felt the cold, metallic taste of blood inside my mouth. "The abortions you have been doing for the past two to three years are too much. More than 5 babies have been pulled out of your belly and I am afraid, that this last one, damaged everything completely." He explained and I froze, my blood turning cold. "You have lost too much blood and would have even lost your life in the process, if not for the help of Doctor Bryan, the miracle doctor that just transferred over here, this summ....." The rest of his words faded as heavy tears stung my eyes. How? How could this happen to me? I mean, I thought Neal assured me that nothing would happen to me after this abortion and that it would also be the last, so why am I being informed of a news like this? My husband, Neal, did researches to be sure I wouldn't end up in situation like this once I had this final abortion, because I have been feeling abnormal pains and he promised, there would be no complications or did he trick me again? I opened my mouth to speak when Doctor Marcus, the family doctor, placed a hand on my shoulder. "Eve please, I understand how you feel but I think it's best that you rest now. We will talk later." he informed as he helped me lay down properly on the bed, before covering me with the duvet. He was about to leave the room when the door burst open, revealing my husband, Neal. I felt warmth swelling in my heart as I thought he was here to check on me, based on my recent condition. He had a look of panic in his warm, blue eyes with beads of sweats gathering on his forehead as he dashed towards where I was laying on the bed. I was about to speak when; "Eve, please come with me now. Eva is in a critical condition and will need blood donation as soon as possible." his next words made my heart tighten against my chest. So the look of worry and concern was for her? My sister? 'When would he ever stop caring about her this way and just notice me for once?' I wondered, my heart stopping as I stared at him in disbelief. Was he really saying this, at a moment like this, when I was in such a condition? Or didn't he know that I did not only lose my womb but also a lot of blood because he insisted that he wasn't ready for a child, yet again. "I can't." I told him and watched rage burn in his eyes. "What did you just say?" His grip on my hand tightened, his nails digging into my flesh, drawing blood as I tried to snatch my hand away, but failed. "Your wife is weak sir. As you can see, she looks so pale, so asking her to donate blood right now, is like serving her a death sentence." Doctor Marcus spoke up on my behalf and I couldn't be more grateful. I was about to breathe out a sigh of relief, thinking Neal would understand now that I wasn't intentionally trying to reject him, but it was just my critical condition at the moment, when; "So what Doctor?" He asked and Doctor Marcus looked taken aback, especially when Neal turned to glare at him. "My wife here isn't weak. She is a strong girl and would obviously survive the donation. Besides, Eva is her twin sister, she wouldn't be so cruel to let her die, just because she has lost a lot of blood." Neal said and then proceeded to drag me off the bed. I yelled as the drip tore out of my hand, blood dropping as my vision suddenly grew blurry, my legs wobbling as I clenched onto his shirt tightly. "N-neal, p-please." I stuttered, hoping he would listen as I looked into his eyes for any sign of warmth but all I saw, were annoyance as he wrinkled his nose at me. Was it from disgust or was I overthinking at the moment? "Have you forgotten Evelyn?" He gritted his teeth against one another, sending shivers down my spine. "We had an agreement, didn't we? That you would donate your blood to Eva, whenever needed, even if you are about to die, you would still donate, in exchange for me getting married to you." He yelled, reminding me of that night. I took in a deep breath and decided not to say anything else as he lifted me into his arms and began to walk briskly, towards the next ward. The door was left open and inside, I could see my mum and dad. They all surrounded Eva, giving all she wanted as they barely noticed me with the stained gown. My twin sister, despite sharing the same womb, at the same time, was as different from me as night and day. We looked nothing alike and acted super differently but she was cherished more by people and had always had the best of things, because she was sick. She always needed me to donate to her and currently, she looked as healthy as a horse, so why the hell did Neal bring me here? "Where is the doctor?" Mum asked Neal who dropped me in front of her but she pretended like she didn't see me and instead, glanced at the door, like she was expecting someone. "He should get her fast. Eva is feeling faint." Dad roared, also not paying me attention. "Mum, dad, please be calm." Eva said and even her voice showed she was perfectly okay so why? Just then it hit me and before I could stop myself, I let out a chuckle and they finally all paid me attention. "What is so funny?" Mum scowled as Dad looked like he wanted to beat me up. My entire body was aching as it felt like I was in hell, I couldn't even stand properly, if not for Neal tightening his grip around my waist, almost making me think again that he cared. "Don't be cruel, Eve." his stern tone, once again, reminded me of my reality. He did not care that I was bleeding and looking so pale, he did not care that I aborted because of him, all he gave a damn about was my sister, who was obviously pretending. "How come someone sick, looks even more healthier than me right now?" I forced myself to ask and the ward went silent as my parents exchanged looks, even Neal's dark gaze on me softened a bit so I continued. "I am all bloody, sweaty and barely even breathing but she looks as if she has been sunbathing." I pointed out and did not fail to miss the look of panic that flashed across Eva's eyes. "Sis, I know I...." Eva began coughing hard and my parents immediately turned to her, while Neal released me and before I could steady myself, I slipped and was prepared to fall on the tiled floor, probably to my death, when I felt a warm hand, wrapping itself around my waist. It steadied me upright, and I turned weakly to see the most dashing but also familiar man ever. What was he doing here? I thought he was disowned and banished from City Z? So many thoughts ran through my head, questions I didn't have an answer to, as he displayed the same annoying, smirk I had always known him for. "Neal, your wife here is weak and you still want to force her to donate blood?" He questioned as I watched Neal tightening his jaw. All colors drained out of my parent's faces as they exchanged looks. "That's none of your business, brother and what are you doing here in a doctor's outfit?" Neal sneered and it was just then that I noticed the white coat, he was putting on, with the stethoscope around his neck. Please don't tell me he was a doctor here? Just then, the door opened and Doctor Marcus walked in with a board in his hand. He looked up and when he saw who was holding me, a smile danced on his lips. "Oh, Doctor Bryan, are you the one in charge here?" He inquired and I stiffened. Doctor Bryan? As in the man who saved me?