After the Fairytale Ends
Language: en
At 28, Victor wrapped his arms around me, his voice a low, sweet murmur in my ear. "Aria, my love, will you have my baby?" At 35, while I was fighting for my life in a hospital bed, Victor was caught by the paparazzi having a tryst with his young secretary in the hospital's underground parking garage. Afterward, Victor was silent for a long time. He lit a cigarette, and through the veil of smoke, his voice was flat, detached. "Aria, don't go after her. She's young, she doesn't know any better." "I'll make it up to you." I stared at the miscarriage report on my phone, a numb smile twisting…