While I was in labor, he was accompanying his mistress

I walked as fast as I could, my legs trembling with anger and hurt. Harris chased after me, calling out my name.

"Darcy, wait! Please listen to me!"

But I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear his excuses or his justifications. I just wanted to get away from him.

I finally reached my ward’s entrance and burst through the doors, gasping for air. Harris followed close behind. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Darcy, please," he said in a hoarse voice. "Just listen to me." He requested with a pair of pleading eyes.

I brushed his hands off my arms. My eyes were burning in anger as I asked in cold voice,"What do you have to say, Harris? That you're sorry? That it was all a mistake?"

Harris hesitated for a moment before saying,"Darcy, I...I can explain..."

But I cut him off. I asked in a loud voice,"Explain? You want to explain? You left me alone in labor to go to your ex's side. You held her baby in your arms and smiled at her like you were still in love. What is there to explain?"

Harris was taken aback by my outburst, but he quickly regained his composure as he said in a low voice, "Darcy, I swear, it's not what you think. Cindy and I, we...we have a history, yes. But I'm committed to you, Darcy. I love you."

I laughed bitterly as I asked in a sarcastic voice, "You love me?"

"If you do, then you really have a funny way of showing it." I added.

Harris took a step closer to me, his eyes burning with intensity as he begged,"Darcy, please. Just listen to me. I'll do anything to make it right."

But I shook my head in refusal.

"It's too late, Harris," I said. My voice was cold and detached as I added,"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see you. I just want you to leave me alone."

Harris's face fell, and he looked at me with a mixture of sadness and regret. But I didn't care. I just turned and walked inside my ward, he still chased after me. As he walked inside, his gaze fell on the empty criddle. His face turned dark as he asked in horrific voice, “Where is our baby?”

His words cut deep through my heart. I couldn't help laughing. I laughed ironically before asking, “Our baby? What do you think would have come of it after you left me alone in that situation?”

Harris’s face turned pale as he asked desperately, “What do you mean, Darcy? Where is the baby?”

“The baby is gone!” I replied without showing any emotion.

“Darcy…” He called my name before pulling me in his embrace, saying gently, “It's okay! We will have another.”

My knuckles were tightened on his words. I was enraged on his facade, but I remained calm and said nothing. He broke our hug after listening to the Nurse’s voice. The Nurse rushed in, saying, “Mr. Salvador, your wife is feeling dizzy and can't take care of baby. The baby is crying continuously. Can you please go and help her?”

“What? What happened to Cindy?” He blurted out. He subconsciously took a few steps forward, rushing to see Cindy, then came to abrupt halt after realizing how Nurse mentioned Cindy. He looked up at me, his eyes showing guilt and concern at the same time. He wanted to say something, maybe explain why they addressed Cindy as his wife. But, he was more worried about their safety than my feelings and immediately left without any word.

However, I didn't need him to explain anything to me. He took Cindy to the hospital, stayed with her the whole night and helped her during contractions. It was obvious that the staff would take them as couple. Seeing me lost in my thoughts, the Nurse commented, “See, how worried this man is for his wife. But, where is your husband? Shouldn't he be here, with you?”

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry on her words. The person she was praising was also the person she was cursing. Just then another Nurse who attended my surgery walked in, holding a baby boy in her hands. She announced in excitement, “Congratulations, your baby is out of NICU. He is okay now.”

Yes, I gave birth to a baby boy. But, he had drunk dirty water before birth and had jaundice. So, he had to be admitted to the NICU. I had only mentioned that the baby was gone for treatment but Harris assumed he was gone forever. But now seeing him so concerned about his Ex’s child to not even bother asking about his child’s body if he assumed him dead, I thought it was good that he thought that way.

Just then a man came out of the Hospital’s curtains. He looked up at me with questioning eyes before asking, “So, what have you decided then?”

“I’m going to divorce him.” I said flatly.