Chapter 2 Every time I make soup, I have to get up before dawn, letting it simmer on low heat for hours, just because Austin has stomach problems and I want to take care of him. Now, after my miscarriage, after giving her my blood, I’m still expected to wake up early and make soup for her. Austin was truly heartless. He doesn’t even notice how pale I am, white as a sheet. Or maybe he does notice—he just doesn’t care. A sharp pain twists through my abdomen, needles stabbing every inch of my body, but nothing hurts as much as my heart. Seeing me hesitate, Austin’s expression darkens. “Eloise, I’ve been running around all day. I’m exhausted. I come home to be with you, and you still give me attitude. “Can’t you be more considerate? What wife acts like you, always sulking at her husband? You’re just making trouble for no reason!” I clutch my stomach tightly, but can’t help letting out a bitter laugh. “Maybe we should get divorced. You can go find someone more considerate.” “Alright, alright, I’m not going to argue with you,” he dismissed. I look up at Austin, only to see him staring at his phone, not even listening to a word I said. I don’t need to look to know—it’s Kayla calling. He grabs his phone and heads straight to the study, barely bothering to respond. “Go get some sleep. Don’t forget to make soup in the morning.” His eyes flickered to the surgical record from my miscarriage sitting on the coffee table, pausing for just a moment. But he still didn’t say a word—not even a hint of concern. I sit there, half-listening as he comforts Kayla. “Kayla, why are you awake? I only left after I saw you were asleep. “Didn’t you want Eloise’s soup? I’ll have her make it for you—I’ll bring it over first thing in the morning.” His gentle tone feels like a knife, twisting deeper into my chest. I just lost my child, and he’s busy caring for another woman. I found out I was pregnant four months ago. The whole pregnancy, I was on edge, terrified something would go wrong. The doctor said my health was poor, that I should rest as much as possible in the first few months to keep the baby safe. So I was careful, doing everything I could to protect this precious little life. I used to be healthy, but after donating blood to Kayla so many times, my immunity started to drop. This wasn’t my first pregnancy. I had lost others before because of anemia. When I found out I was pregnant this time, I swore I’d do everything to keep this baby. Austin and I had known each other for seven years, married for five, and finally, we were going to have a child together. But because there hadn’t been a child for so long, Austin’s parents resented me. His mother never missed a chance to blame me. “I never agreed to this marriage. A hen that doesn’t lay eggs—the Cadwell family line is going to end with you.” Austin always looked at me with disappointment. “Who knows when I’ll finally have my own kid. You got pregnant and couldn’t even be careful—now look what’s happened.” During that time, the pressure nearly crushed me. I developed anxiety, couldn’t sleep, and my hair fell out in clumps. I thought, finally, my suffering was over. I’d made it past the dangerous stage. But in the end, I still lost the baby. Maybe the child didn’t want to be born into a family like this. I’ve completely lost hope for this marriage. Tomorrow, I plan to sit down with Austin and talk about getting a divorce. What I didn’t expect was that the next morning, as soon as I came downstairs, I was met with Austin’s angry accusations. “Kayla, I’ll be over soon. Be good and wait for me—I’ll bring you breakfast.” His voice was gentle, soothing in a way I’d never heard before. I stood there, stunned, as he hung up and looked up, unexpectedly catching sight of me.
Letting Go Of You
Status: Ongoing
