My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 4

After what felt like a long journey, the ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. Mary was pale and unconscious. One of the paramedics said, “She has lost a lot of blood. Let’s hope we can still do something.”

Another said, “We have to. She’s so young, she can’t die like this.”

“I don’t know what could have gone through her mind to make her want to end her life. She’s so young,” one of the doctors remarked.

Meanwhile, in her subconscious, Mary was fighting against a very different reality. She was having the same nightmare again.

Mary found herself trapped in a mansion, alone and with a swollen belly, visibly pregnant. She was crying, pleading to be let out, looking distressed. Next to her was Emma, trying to console her.

“Ma’am, please calm down. The baby shouldn’t have to go through this!”

“Emma, I just want to leave. Please, I just want to get away. Why did Maximus lock me up here? I want to leave! He tricked me into coming here. He’s planning to steal my baby.”

“Ma’am, the master only wants to keep you safe. His wife could harm you. That’s why you’re here. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. Please, try to calm down.”

“No, Emma, he wants to take my child and then get rid of me. How could I have been so stupid to fall into his trap?”

Suddenly, as if in a movie, the scene jumped to another moment in her life. Her baby had been born, and Maximus was holding the child tenderly. Mary lay exhausted, crying.

“Please, Maximus, you can’t take her away from me. She’s my daughter!”

“She’s mine too! And the best thing for her is to grow up in a boarding school. You’re no longer my wife. What kind of life could you offer her?”

“That’s none of your business! You can’t take my daughter away from me! You have a son!”

Unmoved, Maximus prepared to take the baby. But Mary, mustering all her strength, smashed a lamp over his head, knocking him unconscious to the floor. She grabbed her baby and ran. The afternoon was cold, and she ran out without shoes, with only a coat in which she wrapped her baby. She took advantage of the chaos and escaped from the mansion.

Again, the scene shifted, and every time it changed, she felt a pain in her chest, like something was trying to tear her soul apart. It felt like a burning sensation in her chest.

This time she found herself under a bridge. She was dirty, cold, holding her baby tightly while trying to breastfeed her. She had spent a long time on the streets, begging for money. She was hungry and weak, and her baby was crying. She was so tired that she gradually fell asleep, hugging her baby to shield her from the cold. The baby stopped crying. Suddenly, Mary woke up and realized her baby was no longer crying. Panic-stricken, she looked at her. The baby’s face was pale and her lips had turned blue. Mary shook the baby, trying to wake her up, but she didn’t respond. Her daughter had died from hunger and cold. A desperate scream echoed out, but on that cold afternoon, no one came to her aid.

Mary wept bitterly, blaming herself, hitting her face, begging for it all to be a bad dream so she could wake up soon.

“I’m sorry, my sweet daughter! I’m so sorry! I couldn’t take care of you. Look at me—I can’t even take care of myself! I’m sorry!”

She saw the scene, pleading for it to be a nightmare.

“Please, God, let this be a nightmare! Please!”

As she repeated those words, she again felt something pulling her, burning her chest. Suddenly, she began to see a ray of light.

“Wake up! Please, wake up! You can’t die!” the chief doctor was saying.