He remained frozen in place.

Olivia’s words pierced his heart like a dagger, leaving him wounded.

A gust of wind carried the paper away, and after a moment, he retrieved it.

As he read the document, detailing the termination of a six-week pregnancy, his eyes lingered on Olivia’s signature.

Attached was a blurry ultrasound image, a faint white dot indicating the presence of their unborn child.

With the paper clutched tightly in his hand, Dylan sank to his knees, tears welling in his eyes.

He finally accepted the harsh reality.

The baby was gone, and so was his relationship with Olivia.

Afterward, Dylan turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism.

he drowned his sorrows in liquor, frequenting every

the least of

even entertained thoughts of death as a form of penance

appearance and wealth, numerous women approached him, but he rebuffed them

he leaned against the railing, gazing up at the apartment he once shared with Olivia,

as he reached for the

“Dylan!”

his haze, and he turned to find Gina standing before

pleaded, “Don’t do

up, she

Dylan’s outburst was sharp.

Are you satisfied now? I’ve lost everything-my

nose were red from crying, but she spoke softly after a moment

around, you should say

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