The Day He Lost Me Forever

My world shattered.

“Before I left, before I accepted my mate bond… you and I… we were together. And then, when I found out I was pregnant, it was too late. My mate was already expecting me to fulfill my duty. I thought it was best for everyone if I kept it a secret.”

Serena comtinue while her gaze stayed locked on Isaac. “I didn’t have a choice. My mate would’ve killed me if he knew. And after he died, I wanted to tell you, but I—”

Isaac raised a hand, cutting her off. His jaw was tight, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotion. “You mean to tell me… that Leo is mine? After all this time?”

“Yes,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Isaac. I should’ve told you sooner.”

The weight of her confession hit me like a tidal wave. This wasn’t just about Serena anymore. This was about Isaac—about his son. And suddenly, I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the conflict that had been tearing him apart.

“Don’t do this, Isaac,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Evy is your daughter. She needs you now more than ever. You can’t let her die.”

“And what about Leo?” Serena countered, her voice raw. “He’s his son too. He doesn’t deserve to die either.”

The weight of his indecision crushed me. How could he even hesitate? Evy was his—our baby, our world.

“Please,” I whispered, begging him. “Save her.”

He couldn’t look at me. At her.

And when he finally spoke…

“I’m sorry, Blaise.”

My world shattered.

Evy died in my arms hours later, her tiny body finally giving out.

And Isaac? He couldn’t even look me in the eye when I walked away, my daughter’s lifeless body cradled against my chest.

***

The days after Evy’s death were a blur. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I barely left the tiny room I’d holed myself up in. Every breath I took felt like a betrayal—like I shouldn’t still be alive when my baby wasn’t.

Isaac tried to come around. He knocked on the door every night, his voice soft, pleading.

“Blaise, please… let me in.”

I didn’t answer. What could I say to him? That I hated him? That I wished it had been him instead? That every time I closed my eyes, I saw Evy’s face, her tiny hand clutching mine, her voice whispering those last words before she was gone?

“Mommy,” she’d said, her voice barely audible. “Does Daddy love me too?”

I had forced a smile through the tears. “Of course, baby. Daddy loves you so much.”

I lied.

Because if he really loved her, she wouldn’t have died in my arms.

I closed my eyes, my chest tightening at the memory. The feel of her going still, her soft “I love you, Mommy” echoing in my ears.

I didn’t hear Isaac walk in until it was too late.

“Blaise,” he said softly, his voice pulling me back to the present. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes red. He looked like hell—but it wasn’t enough. Not for me.

“Get out,” I said flatly, my voice hollow.

Isaac hesitated at the door, his hand gripping the frame as if it was the only thing holding him up. “Blaise, you have to understand—”

“No,” I interrupted, “You don’t get to explain this away. You chose her. You chose her and your son, Leo!"

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

“You chose her because she’s your first love,” I continued, my voice cracking. “Because no matter how much she left you—abandoned you—you still can’t let her go. But what about me, Isaac? What about us?”

“Blaise, it’s not like that—”

“It is!” I shouted, stepping closer to him, the tears streaming freely down my face now. “It was me who helped you pick up the pieces after she left. It was me who stayed, who fought by your side, who gave you Evy. It was me who believed we could build a family, that we could be happy. But the moment she came back, you didn’t even hesitate to save her child’s life.”

Isaac’s face twisted in pain, but I didn’t stop.

“Do you know what you did to me when you made that choice?” My voice broke, raw with the weight of my grief. “Do you know what it feels like to hold your child as she takes her last breath, knowing her father—the one person who should’ve protected her—decided she wasn’t worth saving?”

“Blaise…” His voice was barely a whisper, his hands reaching out as if to touch me, to comfort me.

I stepped back, shaking my head. “No. Don’t. You don’t get to play the victim here. You made your bed, Isaac, with her. With Leo. So go. Go be with them. But don’t you dare come back to me, pretending like we can ever fix this.”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. For once, he didn’t have a defense, no excuse that could make any of this right.

“Get out,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.

He lingered for a moment longer, his eyes filled with regret and something that might’ve been love. But it didn’t matter anymore. Whatever we had, whatever we could’ve been, was gone.