SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 74

The pain made her feel like she was being torn apart. It was more serious, more painful than any pain she had felt before. The pain was excruciating.

“Baby, hang on. Don’t let anything happen to you. If not, Mommy will not be able to continue living.”

She lifted her head and grabbed the bed sheets beneath her tightly.

The long eyelashes closed feebly. It hurt... it really hurt.

Broken sounds tore from her lips continuously.

Unbeknownst to her—on the same rainy night she was risking her life to give birth to that man’s child, he was bedding his new bride.

“Diego, I’m scared.” Warm yellow lights landed on the woman’s pale face, a light red blush visible on her face—beautiful and enchanting.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you.”

Diego lowered his body, extremely careful with his actions to pleasure the young body below him. He placed his hands on Ruby’s breast and massaged it gently. However, upon contact, he flinched a little. It wasn’t this feeling. No, it really wasn’t.

His body was stiff as he looked down at the women underneath him drowning in pleasure, blooming beautifully. His eyes became hazy unknowingly.

The feminine voice rang, and he pursed his lips, lowering his body and entering a place in her which she had never been violated before. He should cherish a body this pure... and yet he had forgotten how there was once a girl who had given him her own pure body, only to be destroyed by him.

Even though he was already being very gentle, she still felt pain. Was it really painful, or was she acting weakly?

Ruby shrieked and hugged the man above her tightly.

At that moment—in an old and rundown warehouse, a woman’s pitiful screams could be heard, too. It seemed to cut across the curtain of rain and tear the sky apart... and overlapped with Ruby’s voice.

Diego straightened his body suddenly. He didn’t know what feeling it was, but it felt like a part of his heart was missing. His heart was aching.

“Diego, I’m fine now.” Ruby bit her lip, unable to withstand his invasion. So this was passion and love, and this was what couples do. It was really embarrassing. She wrapped her arms around Diego’s neck shyly.

Her attitude of no regrets moved Diego’s heart a little. This was what his wife was like.

The sounds of pleasure arising from their passion accompanied the warmth in the room. The rain continued pouring, the night blurry.

The rain outside hit against the window pane. Through the window sills, an affectionate couple could be seen rolling in the sheets in a messy room.

However, in the abandoned warehouse, Julianna ’s eyelashes fluttered weakly with her arms by her side. Her face was extremely pale and devoid of color, with an occasional sweat rolling down. Her lower body was covered in blood, and between her thighs was a small baby covered in red and eyes closed shut, with her umbilical cord still attached.

The baby let out a few weak cries.

Julianna ’s hand twitched. She was so tired, and she really wanted to sleep. She bit lightly on her lip, which was already full of wounds. The sharp pain in her lips made her brain a little more awake.

She lowered her eyes and saw her flat belly. She put strength in her fingers, but she realized that other than moving her eyes, she could not do anything else.

She exerted strength again and lifted her body slightly, seeing the little fleshy thing by her legs. That’s her child, her baby.

Was he alright?

The rain outside poured from time to time, and the clear sound of the rain on the window could be heard. It rained for a really long time.

She wanted to see her baby, to hug him, and—even more—to know whether it was a he or she.

She didn’t know how she had the strength to do it, but she clutched the bed sheets below her tightly—so tight that her left palm felt a sharp pain.

Finally, she sat up. It felt like this body was no longer her own; she couldn’t even lift a finger.

She lowered her head to look at the little thing. He was so small and extremely cute.

Her gaze shifted a little. It wasn’t a ‘he’, but a ‘she’. She had given birth to a girl, a small little girl.

She picked up the scissors that she had prepared earlier at the side. She always had a feeling that there was a high chance she would go into labor here, and so she had everything prepared.

She cut the umbilical cord on the child carefully and wrapped her in the blanket she had prepared. She carried the little girl in her arms with all her strength. She obviously did not have any strength left, but she could still pick up and cradle her child. Mother's are really amazing.

Her body could no longer budge an inch, but the only thing she wanted to see was her child.

Julianna held the child in her arms carefully. She wasn’t heavy, extremely light actually. Her child was destined to be light, about four pounds.

She touched the baby’s soft face lightly. She remembered that the child had cried. Even though she was on the verge of fainting at that point in time, it was the child’s cries that pulled her back to reality.

She kissed her daughter’s small cheeks softly. Newborn babies are always red and have wrinkly skin, so it would be impossible to determine if she was beautiful or ugly, but she had already seen a shadow of herself on her daughter’s face. The child moved her small lips slightly as if she wanted to be closer to Julianna .

Suddenly, two drops of tears fell onto the child’s face, making her small face wet. The child’s lips tightened, and it looked like she was going to cry soon.

“Good girl, don’t cry. Mommy’s here, hush...” She rocked the baby lightly in her arms, wiping away the teardrops off her face gently. It was all her fault. She shouldn’t have cried; it scared her daughter.

In the rocking of her mother’s arms, the small baby’s eyes fluttered closed with curled eyelashes very much like her mother’s. She fell asleep again.

It was after a very long while when she put down the baby in her arms reluctantly. Actually, she didn’t want to put her down at all—she couldn’t bear it. She wanted to hug her forever like this and not let go.

She was her dearest daughter, her life.

She dragged her extremely fatigued body and got out of bed with difficulty, her entire body aching like hell, especially her left hand and her lower body. Just a small movement would make her body break out in cold sweat due to the pain.

She just wanted to stay put. She didn’t want to move an inch. However, when her eyes landed on the small ball of meat on the small bed again, she just smiled. With her around, nothing else was important. With her around, nothing hurts anymore.

She got off the bed, walked slowly step-by-step, and then boiled some water. Every time she felt like she couldn’t do it anymore, she would take a look at the daughter she risked her life to give birth to. It gave her strength to persevere.

She finally boiled a pot of water which she would be reluctant to usually use. She walked over and picked up the extremely obedient child and kissed her soft cheeks again.