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Why was God so cruel to me?

Just when I had finally found the best man in the world, I knew I was about to lose him.

Because the best man in the world wouldn’t want the woman who killed his child.

I had to choose between my new family or my career.

And I would always choose my career.

I married him for it.

And I would leave him for it.

I shifted, moving away.

Aryan looked up sharply, his bloodshot eyes widening with dread. He already knew what I was going to say. He could feel it.

He knew he wasn’t just losing his child. He was losing me too.

“Hey, wait…” he said, rising to his feet.

I shook my head, silently warning him to stay back.

“I won’t change my mind.”

“Avni, please. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re overwhelmed. We can get through this together, okay? Just… come here.”

He stepped forward, arms open, and desperate.

I stepped away, my body wracked with a sob.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he said hoarsely, trying to steady his breath. “We promised we would work through this marriage together.”

“Then pretend I never told you I was pregnant,” I snapped, bitter tears streaming down my face. “Forget this baby and hold me. Just once, please.”

“I can’t…” he murmured, voice shaking. “Why do you always play games with me like this?”

He turned his back, fists clenched, breathing hard.

“You have twenty-four hours. That’s an order…no, that’s a plea. Don’t make a decision in chaos.”

And then he walked out.

That night, we slept in separate rooms.

I cried into the same pillow that once gave me comfort, the scent of him the only warmth I had left.

I had hurt him more than anyone ever should.

Maybe beyond repair.

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Chapter 58

AVNI

Two weeks without talking, no sharing a bed, and not even seeing each other’s faces. It was Aryan who had become colder than ice. Only seven days were left until his temporary transfer ended. God knew how long I would have to wait to see his face again.

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