I Carried His Baby While He Carried Her Heart

Camelia's POV

After defending Sacha, Darell stormed off, gripping her hand tightly, leaving me alone in the cold night air to collect my thoughts.

I stood there until the first rays of dawn lit up the sky. Only then did I force my stiff legs to move.

When I returned to my room, it was a mess. Darell had carelessly thrown my belongings all over the floor.

I let out a bitter laugh and knelt down, slowly picking up my scattered clothes and folding them neatly.

When I tried to leave and drive home, I realized he had also taken the car we came in. Frustrated, I kicked the nearest step, only to feel a sharp pain in my belly the next second.

A hot, unsettling sensation followed, and dread filled me. Something was wrong.

Panicking, I pulled out my phone to call Darell, hoping he could contact someone at the stables to help. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer.

Despite that, I kept calling as I started walking toward the stables, clutching my stomach. The path was empty—no one in sight.

Just as despair was about to consume me, Darell finally picked up. But his irritated voice came through the line before I could say a word. “Camelia, aren't you done causing trouble? Sacha didn’t sleep well because of you. And now that she’s finally getting some rest, you're calling me despite knowing it might wake her up? Why can’t you just let people be happy?”

And just like that, he hung up and turned off his phone.

I thought calling him would bring relief. But it felt like a cruel shove deeper into my misery instead.

Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my stomach, sobbing uncontrollably. The more I cried, the less I could stop myself. Eventually, I just sank to the ground, wailing in defeat.

My cries must have drawn someone nearby because the next thing I knew, I was being rushed to the hospital.

Even though I could barely stay conscious, I forced myself to sign the necessary forms before passing out completely.

When I woke up, the room was eerily quiet. Suddenly, I remembered what had happened earlier. Panicky, I reached for the IV and pulled it out. I had to know if my baby was okay.

But before I could leave, a nurse entered to check on me and immediately stopped me. Her gaze was full of sympathy as she softly said, “You’re still young. You can have another baby.”

Another baby?

Her words echoed in my mind as my thoughts went blank.

I let her guide me back to bed and reinsert the IV. This time, I didn’t resist; I was too numb to do so.

When she left, the weight of her words finally hit me. I clutched the sheets and broke down, sobbing so hard it felt like my chest might burst.

After the tears subsided, a strange clarity settled over me. Maybe losing the baby was for the best. At least they wouldn’t have to grow up with parents like Darell and me.

Three days later, the doctor said I was recovering well enough to move around a little.

As such, I went up to the rooftop for some fresh air. While I stood there, taking in the view, my phone suddenly buzzed. It turned out it was Darell.

With a faked concern, he asked, “Camelia, how are you feeling? Is the baby giving you any trouble? I was too impulsive before. I shouldn’t have left you like that. If you want, I can send someone to bring you back right now.”

His words sounded like an apology on the surface, but coming from him, they felt more like charity.

I had seen how he treated Sacha—gentle, doting, sincere. The contrast was almost laughable.

Facing the wind, I stood tall and coldly replied, “Darell, let’s get a divorce.”

I meant every word.

But instead of agreeing, he exploded with anger. “Camelia, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you were pregnant! We’re married and vowed to stay by each other's side no matter what, so don’t even think about leaving me!”

Sometimes, I can’t help but find Darell ridiculous. He and Sacha had been caught red-handed, yet he still acted like he loved me.

“Darell, just how can you still talk about love with such confidence after hurting me like this?” I asked sharply.