He’s not talking to me nor even looking at me. There were no morning flowers, actually I even don’t see him every morning and at night he goes home late.
He hates me.
Because now, he is stuck with this marriage.
An incomplete marriage…
Because we will not have a baby…
I feel an unexplainable fear on my heart. I know, he will put things to an end. Why should he be with me who cannot give him a child where in there are millions of healthy woman who can give him not only a baby but babies.
Who am I to stop him? He might love me and I love him more.
But it will never be the same. It will never be the same.
My hands were cold as I pace back and forth in the study room. Those were my thoughts which will soon to be his actions.
Jeanne was looking at me with a frown in a face and finally
