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.

sorrows in

were the least of his

even entertained thoughts of death as a form

his handsome appearance and wealth, numerous women approached him, but he rebuffed

up at the apartment he once shared with Olivia,

reached

“Dylan!”

to

face as she pleaded, “Don’t do this to yourself! Stop torturing

him up, she was met with a

Dylan’s outburst was sharp.

you satisfied now? I’ve lost everything-my wife,

nose were red from crying, but she spoke

want me around, you should say so

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