CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Quincy's hand hung in midair, hesitant to reach for Lydia, fearing he might hurt her. "Please, don't leave. I swear, I'll never go back there again, no matter what they say or do. I just want to be with you." "And what about our child?" Lydia grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach, which was flat and empty.

The pain in Quincy's eyes deepened. Lydia's heart ached, but she forced herself to continue. "Tell me, where is our child? Can you bring them back? If you could, I wouldn't care about anything else, not who you're with or what you do. I'd just want my child back." For a woman, a child was her life. She would rather face any harm herself than let her child suffer even the slightest misfortune.

"Lydia, please don't talk like this. I only love you. If you're angry, you can hit me, yell at me or anything. Just don't say things like that." Quincy knew that these words wounded her as much as they did him.

Lydia had already endured the physical pain of losing a child, and now she had to bear the emotional burden too.

As her husband, he hadn't helped her, he had only made things worse. He loathed himself for it.

Though it hadn't been what he wanted, the fact remained that he had hurt her.

your home, ready to fight to bring you back, only to find

sorrow, and bitterness, clinging to her, impossible to shake off. What

gone our separate ways sooner and listened to our families, we

regret being with me?" Quincy's lips trembled, his eyes red with unshed tears. For him, nothing

"Yes, I regret it. If I had been with anyone else, my child would still be here,

image was seared into

this time, Quincy didn't stop her. He just watched her walk away then quietly followed

you headed with that suitcase?" Mrs. Clinton approached,

You need to take

properly."