MAFIA'S ENTANGLED FATE

I opened my eyes, but had to squint due to the direct light shining on me. The smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and I immediately realized I was in the hospital.

‘What happened?’I could only remember having an argument with Damon. My head immediately recalled what Damon wanted—to take away my child.

I quickly held my belly and jolted from the bed, “my baby” I screamed.

I tore off the hospital blanket that was covering me.

“'Mr. Your wife is 3 months and 2 weeks pregnant. She fainted due to being stressed out. I advise for the healthy growth of your baby, she should be taken care of, along with her mental health.'" I heard my doctor's voice.

My mind relaxed a bit knowing that my baby was still inside of me and that the abortion hadn't happened yet.

I didn't wait to hear Damon’s reply to the doctor; I quickly ran to my ward window. It was so high—I guessed I was on the 20th floor.

I tied the bed dresses together to make a rope. As I climbed down from the window, I was so determined to save my baby that I forgot the worst that could happen to me.

Just as I stepped across the window, my leg stumbled through the wrapped cloth.

I tried to hold on to the makeshift rope tightly, but unfortunately, it began to tear. My mind went blank, and I was so scared of losing both my life and that of my baby.

"Damon!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the air. The fear coursed through me as I clung desperately to the rope, hoping he would hear me.

“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. Is this going to be my fate? Am I going to die like this? My mum also fell from a height; I guess my fate is tied to hers.

I closed my eyes as the make-out rope finally tore apart. My ears went blank; I couldn't hear anything anymore, with zero gravity my body fell to the ground.

I waited for the impact of the great fall and the pain that would accompany it, but my back hit something soft, and my body bounced.

Just then, my hearing returned; I could hear people whispering, the sounds of ambulances, police sirens, and so on.

When did all this happen? That was the only thought racing through my mind as my body grew weak, and everything faded to black again.

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“How is it now?”

“She is out of danger, but her fetus…”

“What is it?”

“Her… fetus is no longer stable. She will have to take extra care of herself if she wants her child to be delivered safely.”

“Mmm, I understand.”

“If any other violent issue occurs to her, Mr. Damon, I’m sorry to say your wife’s health would be exposed to more complicated conditions that could affect her when she wants to give birth.”

After silently listening to the doctor and Damon’s discussion, I woke up a few minutes earlier, feeling scared. My baby is all I want; I was determined to take care of my baby. I was also surprised that Damon didn’t mention abortion.

“When can she get discharged?” Damon’s cold tone resounded in my ears. I really didn’t want to go home with the beast anymore.

“Oh, Mr. Damon, as soon as she wakes up, you can take her home.”

“Alright.”

“You should also get this list of drugs for her.” The doctor kept on prescribing and describing to Damon.

“I will take my leave now.”

I heard the door shut; my doctor must have gone out. I opened my eyes slightly to see if Damon was still in here.

“Clara, home now.” His tone was firm and cold, as if he had already confirmed everything.

“How did you know I was—” Before I could finish my words, he took his suit jacket from the armrest and walked outside with long strides.

I was still in the hospital gown; I didn't have time to change as I ran after Damon.

All the way home, the car was dead silent. A drop of a pin could be heard.

Just then, the silent atmosphere was disrupted by the sudden buzz of Damon’s cell phone.

He got it connected to the wireless airpod in his ear.

“ Mm, Got it,” Damon responded. I looked at his face, wondering what the other end was saying,But Damon’s face remained cold and indifferent, with a hint of anger in it.

‘Was he still angry at me, or was he mad at what was mentioned to him?’

I felt the car suddenly increase its pace. Nausea hit me as I held my mouth, trying not to spill out what was threatening to gush out of my belly.

I glanced at Damon with a pitiful face, hoping he would stop, but he didn’t spare me a glance as he increased his pace.

‘What had happened? Why did he increase his pace just after a phone call? These questions swirled in my head, knowing that Damon wouldn’t give me an answer.’

Finally, the race that felt like it had lasted forever came to an end with a sudden stop. My body was pulled forward, and my head crashed against the car part in front of me. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact, but nothing came.

I opened my eyes to see Damon’s hands in front of my head. I looked at him; his face still cold and indifferent. I could feel the temperature of the car suddenly drop, but my stomach was churning.

I felt like throwing up. I quickly closed my mouth while trying to use my other hand to open the car door. “Arghhhh!” I yelled as I spilled out as soon as I left the car.

“Find your way home,” Damon’s cold voice resounded in my ears, accompanied by the sudden speed off of his car. I stood rooted to the ground, feeling utterly lost in the middle of nowhere.