Chapter 194
*Shirley’s POV
I woke up slowly, my body aching all over, a dull and heavy pain that seemed to seep into my bones. The room was dark, except for the soft beeping of the machines around me. The steady hum of the monitors filled the silence, reminding me that I was still alive. Barely.
I opened my eyes and blinked against the dim light, trying to focus. And there he was. Lorik.
It had been a while since I’d last seen him. But somehow, in this moment, he looked like a completely different person. His shoulders were hunched, his face drawn and pale, eyes full of something I couldn’t quite read. Guilt, maybe. Regret, certainly. But all I felt was numbness.
I gazed at him for a long time, and despite the time that had passed, despite everything we had gone through, there wasn’t a flicker of emotion left in me. No anger. No sadness. Just a vast emptiness.
Lorik took a hesitant step toward me, his hand reaching out, trembling slightly. He tried to touch my cheek, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin. But I turned my head away, avoiding his touch. I
couldn’t bear it.
“Lorik,” I said quietly, my voice weak but steady. “Stay away. I don’t need your concern. Save it for someone else.” My words were calm, almost detached, but each one felt like a final nail in the coffin
of what we had once shared.
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He flinched at my words, his hand dropping back to his side. For a moment, he didn’t speak, and when he finally did, his voice was soft, pleading. “Shirley… I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”
I let out a bitter, quiet laugh, the sound hollow in the stillness of the room. He thought I would lash out at him, that I would scream, cry, throw my anger in his face. He was prepared for that. But I was too tired for that. Too worn out, too broken.
Instead, I looked at him, my eyes heavy with exhaustion, and I smiled sadly. “There’s no need, Lorik,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. “After the birth… we’ll divorce. I don’t have any demands. I’ll take the child and leave Silvermoon. You won’t need to make up for anything.”
Lorik’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with a desperate fire as he hissed through gritted teeth, “Your husband is here. Your children are here. Where are you going?”
I didn’t have the strength to argue with him. My body was too weak, my heart too heavy with everything that had happened. I could only look at him, meeting his fiery gaze with the kind of sadness that had burrowed deep into my soul. My voice was soft, but the words cut deeper than any
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“Do you really think you’re still my husband, Lorik?” I asked quietly, my words hanging in the air between us. “Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to say that? Have you forgotten how you once treated me? How you let me fight for my life while you were nowhere to be found?”
Lorik’s face drained of color, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. The memories of that night came rushing back, suffocating me.
“Can you smell it, Lorik?” My voice trembled, and I could barely keep myself from breaking down. “The blood. There was blood everywhere that night. So much of it, and where were you? You never thought of me, did you? While I was fighting for my life, fighting to bring our child into the world… you weren’t there. You didn’t care.”
His face was as pale as a ghost now, his lips pressed into a thin line. He seemed at a loss for words, but I wasn’t done. I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out.
you “You always said you wanted a daughter,” I whispered, my lips quivering. “You always said wanted to be a father. But where were you when she was born? Do you know how close she came to dying? How close I came to dying?” My voice cracked, and tears filled my eyes. “Where were you,
Lorik? Where?”
He stepped closer, his voice hoarse and shaky. “Shirley… I’m sorry. I was wrong. I know I was wrong. That day, I didn’t know the truth. I thought… I thought—”
“You thought?” I laughed bitterly, cutting him off. “You thought wrong, Lorik. But what does it matter now? What’s the point of saying sorry after everything?”
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