NovelEnglishDivorce By All Means The first ones to walk into Raegan's ward were police officers.
Aware that Raegan had awakened, they posed some questions to her.
The day the rescue team had arrived, those criminals had fled away, abandoning Raegan in a pool of her own blood.
Recently roused, Raegan appeared sullen.
A tongue injury prevented her from speaking much.
Once the police officers exited, Nicole entered the room to visit Raegan.
Tears welled up in Nicole’s eyes at the sight of Raegan's bruised face.
She yearned to embrace Raegan but feared exacerbating her injuries, so she clung to the bed's edge and wept briefly.
Regaining her composure, Nicole sought words of comfort for Raegan, yet none came to mind.
Redness tinged Raegan’s eyes, a result of excessive crying over the previous disappointment over Mitchel.
Nicole was about to cry when she saw Raegan's red eyes, but she managed to choke back tears.
"If you're hurting, Raegan, let it out.” Just like Raegan, Nicole harbored a great fondness and expectations for Raegan's unborn
baby.
They had even agreed that Nicole would be the child's godmother.
But, the baby was gone...
The thought of the poor baby shattered Nicole's heart.
Perceptive as ever, Raegan noticed a scar on Nicole’s face and lifted her hand to caress it, softly asking, "What's the matter?"
Raegan's voice was raspy and dissonant, scarred as if by fire, and compounded by her injured tongue.
Nicole was stunned by Raegan's perceptiveness.
Even after using premium scar cream, a mark still marred Nicole's face.
Luckily, it was barely noticeable, extending from her cheekbone to her ear, concealed by her hair.
Raegan's genuine worries brought tears to Nicole's eyes.
"Is now really the time for you to worry about others?" Nicole said between her sobs.
Even though bruised and battered, Raegan remained silent about her own agony, focusing instead on the state of Nicole's face.
Nicole felt sorry for Raegan.
Why did kind-hearted Raegan deserve such hardship? Nicole lied to Raegan, saying it was a result of an accidental fall.
Hearing Nicole’s explanation, Raegan soothingly patted the back of Nicole's hand.
To her surprise, Raegan smiled upon hearing her lame jokes.
Nicole sensed something amiss.
Raegan’s demeanor was unsettlingly odd.
It was clear to Nicole that Raegan was upset, yet Raegan remained composed, avoiding any discussion about the loss of the
baby.
Confused, Nicole hesitated before saying, “Mitchel...” Raegan swiftly turned her face away, refusing to listen.
Only then did Nicole breathe a sigh of relief.
Raegan’s emotional response indicated that her mental state was intact.
After lingering in the room for some time, a nurse arrived to remind Nicole that Raegan needed more rest.
With no other option, Nicole informed Raegan she'd return the next day.
Once the door was closed, Raegan's soft facade melted away, and she let out a muted sob.
Clutching the blanket, her tears flowed uncontrollably.
Consumed by despair, her voice sounded especially grating.
Was this divine retribution? A penalty for her audacity to covet a joy that was never hers? She loathed her own greed for
Mitchel's love.
Had she left sooner, perhaps her unborn baby would've been spared.
But it was too late...
At this moment, a delicate, pale hand hovered over Raegan's ward's doorknob.
Mitchel's fingers quivered.
The anguished cries from inside the ward were like daggers to his heart, robbing him of the courage to enter.
Mitchel turned away, his back against the wall, struggling for breath.
Much later, when he finally mustered the courage to enter, Raegan was feigning asleep, tended to by a nurse.
Mitchel gestured for the nurse to leave, his eyes fixed on Raegan's profile.
Raegan's cheekbones were more pronounced, her frame fragile under the covers.
Mitchel extended a hand to touch her hair, but Raegan stirred and avoided his touch.
She had been awake, unable to drift into slumber.
She yearned for sleep, for dreams where her baby was with her.
But she never dreamed of her baby again.
She sensed Mitchel's entrance, his scent unmistakable.
Choosing to remain silent, she kept up the pretense until his touch broke her resolve.
In a raspy voice, Mitchel said her name, "Raegan...” "Get out," Raegan replied, her voice devoid of emotion, unwilling to waste
another word on him.
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"I'm sorry, Raegan.
If I'd known, I would've never..." Raegan cut him off, her voice icy, "I guess you must be happy our child is gone.” These words
felt like venomous darts piercing Mitchel's heart, and his insides ached.
He wished she'd yell, even strike him.
That, he thought, would be less tormenting than her indifferent words.
The idea of wasting more time on Mitchel had never crossed Raegan's mind.
With her eyes closed, she declared, "Leave now.
We'll discuss the divorce tomorrow." Her voice was steady, but resolute.
Mitchel seized her hand, his face ashen and voice gruff.
"Raegan, I promise to trust you going forward.
We can have another child someday...” As he mentioned the child, Raegan's hand flew to his face in a stinging slap.
Consumed by both fury and agony, she retorted, "Mitchel, you're unworthy! You have no right to speak of our child!" Mitchel
absorbed the blow, silently wishing she'd hit him again.
That way, there was a glimmer of hope.
With a raspy voice, he pleaded, "Raegan, I'm willing to do anything if it'll make things right." Coldly, Raegan replied, "I've already
said it.
We're getting a divorce." Mitchel instinctively resisted, "I won't allow a divorce.” Yet Raegan calmly stated, “You'll come around.”
For she was resolved to do whatever it took to sever their ties.
Sensing Raegan's unyielding stance, a wave of panic washed over Mitchel.
"Raegan, I can change.
I'll rectify whatever you dislike until you're content.
Can we start over?" Raegan broke into a bittersweet laugh.
"You wish to start over with me, even after you walked away to be with Lauren during my pregnancy, and despite disregarding
my appeals to protect our baby, and after I lost our baby?" Was anything more ludicrous? Her demeanor remained poised, yet
Mitchel felt her words were laced with a silent scream.
His eyes clouded with regret, his voice quivering.
"What would it take for you to forgive me?" Her gaze met his, unflinching.
"When you're gone.”.
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