shuhaige
Chapter 1299
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.
"I've never denied your love for me. That's exactly why I can't accept what you did with someone else. I came to your home, ready to fight to bring you back, only to find you holding her," Lydia said, her voice breaking as she recalled that moment.
The memory was a tangled web of pain, sorrow, and bitterness, clinging to her, impossible to shake off. What had she done to deserve this? She could only think of one mistake which was loving Quincy.
"If we'd gone our separate ways sooner and listened to our families, we wouldn't be here now."
"Lydia, are you saying you regret being with me?" Quincy's lips trembled, his eyes red with unshed tears. For him, nothing could be more devastating.
Lydia nodded. "Yes, I regret it. If I
had been with anyone else, my child would still be here, and my husband wouldn't have been in someone else's bed right after I lost our baby."
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That image was seared into her memory forever.
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She lifted her suitcase and turned to leave, and this time, Quincy didn't stop her. He just watched her walk away then quietly followed a few steps behind.
"Ma'am, where are you headed with that suitcase?" Mrs. Clinton approached, reaching to take it from
her. "Let me handle this. You need to take care of yourself and rest
properly."
Even though it wasn't the same as giving birth, losing a baby meant she needed to recuperate. If not, it could leave lasting damage to her health.
Lydia shook her head. "No, I'm leaving for good this time. I'm never coming back."
Quincy, who had just reached the top of the stairs, overheard her words.
Mrs. Clinton froze. She knew the couple had been arguing, but she hadn't realized it was this serious.
She looked at Quincy, signaling him with her eyes. "Sir, she's leaving. Aren't you going to stop her?"
Lydia saw right through her intentions. "Mrs. Clinton, don't bother trying to convince me otherwise. Once I've made up my mind, no one can change it."