Lucas came to the hospital every single day after that. Sometimes he brought soup he had made himself, sometimes expensive medicine and supplements.
He kept sitting beside my bed, telling me softly, "It's okay, Sophie. We'll have children again in the future. We still have a future."
I never answered him. Because both of us knew the truth. The moment this child was gone, everything between us was over.
I wasn't a saint. I could never tolerate my husband sleeping with another woman.
Lucas sounded as though he was comforting me, yet at the same time, he also sounded like he was desperately trying to convince himself. As though he still believed our collapsing marriage could somehow be saved.
Soon enough, Leah found out Lucas had been constantly visiting me. Almost immediately afterward,
