Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife
Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Chapter 130 He Finds Out About the Miscarriage (2)

Nicholas seemed like he did not hear what Nancy said and continued to stand there.

“Move!” She swung a punch at him to force him away, to retreat, but no matter how fast and vicious herstrikes were, he silently took the hits. He did not even let out a grunt, nor did he flinch at all.

Though, the calmer he acted, the angrier she felt.

“Move, Nicholas! Move! I say, move aside!” She seemed to be screaming with all her might as hervoice. nearly cracked. Even so, he stood there as still as a statue. “Why don’t you move? Don’t think I’llforgive you because of this. Impossible! Do you know how much I hate you? I despise you with all myheart! If you had come… If I had been sent to the hospital earlier, everything might be different. Mybaby might not have left me!

“Do you know how dejected I was? It was raining hard, and I was all alone on the ground. I had to crawlout to the center of the road to get help. A car nearly killed me! So much blood was coming out of me. Itkept dripping and dripping. I was on my hands and knees like a dog as I begged the people passing byto call 911 or send me to the hospital. Everyone ignored me.

“My phone was dead. My last call was to you because I believed that no matter how much you loveMadelline, you’d understand I’m your wife. Even if you don’t love me, you’d still feel some sense ofresponsibility for me. I thought you’d save me, but I was wrong. All you think about is her. I hold notplace in your heart, although I’m your wife.

“Do you know how depressing that was? You killed my only hope. As I was lying on the ground,drenched by the heavy rain, I thought of countless ways to die and how my miserable corpse wouldlook after that. I dared not even dream of surviving. I only wanted to have a more dignified death. Thatwas my dying wish.”

At the end of her rant, she finally calmed down. She wiped her face and turned away, forcing herselfnot to cry as she would not allow herself to shed a tear before that man. She had been crying a little toomuch over the last few days, and her eyes stung so badly that she did not want to cry anymore.However, her tears were often out of her control.

“In the end, Christian saved me. If not for him, I’d be dead by now, and you’d be staring at a coldcorpse!” After saying that, she felt like all strength had been sapped away. Numb and empty, her bodyslumped over as she had no force left within her.

She was exhausted.

In the first place, she had not fully recovered from the accident, where the car crash and miscarriagehad severely traumatized her body. Following that, her intense emotional outburst took a lot out of heralready weak body.

“I’m begging you. If you ever feel any guilt or compassion for me, let me have what I want! Divorce isgood for both of us.”

Staring at her back, Nicholas felt his heart was being cut open. He had never thought he would havemade such a big mess of everything. Still, he did this to himself.

He wanted to beg and plead, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I killed our baby. I did not do my duty as yourhusband,

as a father of the baby. It’s my fault. I am the villain who did all this. You and the baby are innocent.

However, did he have the right to plead? He did not even deserve to beg for her forgiveness, let alonemake her stay.

The baby.

The thought of that word made his heart feel like it was pierced by thousands of tiny needles that hurt.as cruelly as arrows. He could not even forgive himself, so why would he demand that from her?

my

“I’m sorry, Nancy. I know nothing I say right now will mean anything. You don’t want to hear regrets orconfessions of guilt. Still…” His voice trembled with pain. “If I had known it was true, I would never haveabandoned you two. I take back everything I ever said to you if they hurt you in the past. I lookedforward to the baby’s birth; I was eager for it. He wasn’t a trouble or a cruse. He was an innocent newlife, a symbol of happiness and joy. And then there’s you…. I don’t only feel a sense of responsibility

but also…”

Love.

He fell silent as he was about to say that because he simply lost the right. He was too ashamed, tooundeserving of saying he loved her. He had hurt her so badly that she was covered in wounds whileher heart had given up from how often it had been bruised. How could he say that now?

He was unworthy of it.

She cried harder as she listened to him. Everything would have been better if he had just told her allthis earlier. Listen, my baby. Your dad says he doesn’t hate you. He’s happy that you existed andwanted you to be born. You’d be ecstatic to hear that, right?

However, her baby could no longer hear any of Nicholas’ speech. People always liked to say one couldnot unscramble eggs or unring the bell. A life lost, too, could not be revived.

Their baby would never come back.

Her emotions surged once more. Due to how dizzy she felt, she stumbled and nearly collapsed on theground. Thankfully, he was quick enough to catch her in his arms. “I’ll carry you to bed. Rest for awhile,” he said.

Her body had been pushed beyond its physical limits, and she could no longer hold ontoconsciousness. Hence, she did not reject his suggestion.

Back in the bedroom, he placed her on the bed and grabbed her two more pillows to prop her upperbody up. Then, he poured her a cup of warm water. After drinking it, she felt slightly better and nolonger as upset as before.

Just like that, they ran out of words. The silence seemed to swallow them whole.

“If you’re tired, take a nap.”

“Okay.” She nodded. Perhaps she was exhausted because she fell asleep as soon as she closed hereyes.

Nicholas did not leave the room. Instead, he headed out onto the balcony for some fresh air as hesmoked one cigarette after another. Some of the smoke dispersed in the breeze while some were

inhaled into his lungs before exhaling.

However, the puffs of smoke he blew did not carry any of his sorrow and frustration away. Never in hislife had he felt so distressed that he wished he could stab himself.

The metaphorical arrows piercing through his heart were not enough. When the embers of his cigarettereached his fingers, the abrupt pain snapped him out of his thoughts.

As Nancy woke up, he slowly approached her with heavy feet. If possible, he wished for the walk to lastlonger. Just a little longer, he would be happy to look at her from afar, even if he could never reach herside. Still, even the longest paths had an end.

No matter how much he dreaded this, he eventually reached the bed and stopped by her side.

“Nancy…” He started with a sorrow-filled heart.

“Have you made up your mind?” The question was delivered in a blunt and decisive tone.