The hospital room was dimly lit, the soft beeping of machines creating a rhythmic backdrop to the tense atmosphere. Ethan sat beside Sarah's bed, his heart heavy with regret and confusion. He had come to apologize, to express his love for her, but the weight of their recent confrontation lingered in the air like a thick fog.
Sarah's face was pale, her expression a mix of vulnerability and anger. “Ethan, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”
Ethan took a deep breath, his emotions swirling within him. “You made a choice without consulting me,” he said, his voice low but firm. “We were supposed to face this together. I wanted to be there for you, for our child.”
“I know,” Sarah replied, tears glistening in her eye
