JEENA’S P.O.V
*Beep, *beep, *beep is what I heard as I was pulled back into consciousness. The bright light hurt my eyes, causing me to blink into comfort as I noticed a figure perched on the chair. When my eyesight cleared up I saw that it is none other than my heartless husband, who seems like he has been sitting here for a few days.
“Hi” he said, but I was unable to reply to him as I took in his appearance. His eyes were bloodshot red with dark circles around them as they told me that he had many sleepless nights and that he has been crying. Crying for what though? Crying for leaving me and our child? Crying for wanting the baby that I carry dead? Or was he crying for his heartless self? Worry and fear was evident on his face; however it could just be the mask as he is so fond of p
