His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

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I nearly laughed again.

How the fuck was she supposed to rest after this? How was I?

Eventually, the doctor left.

The silence that followed felt suffocating.

My phone rang, the sound startling me.

For a second, I just stared at it.

Mamma.

Of course.

She would’ve been waiting for an update, waiting to hear that everything was okay. That Isa was okay. That the baby was okay.

My chest tightened so violently it hurt.

I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

The moment she heard my voice, I knew she already suspected something was wrong. “Dominic?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Across from me, Isabella sat on the hospital bed with tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

I looked at her stomach.

And suddenly all I could think about was our mini vacation to the vineyards. About the morning I’d woken up before her and placed my hand there. About the tiny heartbeat we’d heard together. About all the nights I’d laid awake imagining what our child would look like.

Would they have Isa’s eyes? My hair? Would Mateo be excited? Would Caterina spoil the hell out of them the way she spoiled him?

God.

There had been a future there, a whole future filed with exciting possibilities.

And now-

“Dominic.” Mamma’s voice sounded frightened now. “What happened?”

The first tear fell before I even realized I was crying. Then another. And another.

I pressed a hand against my eyes, tried to pull myself together but tailed miserably.

“We lost the baby. The words barely made it out.

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Com a second there was complete silence on the other end of the line.

Then I heard her sharp intake of breath.

“No.” The exact same word said when the doctor told us.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t explain, couldn’t do anything except sit there crying like a man who had just watched his entire future disappear.

Because that’s exactly what I was.

“Oh God” Mamma’s voice broke. “My grandchild.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. The grief in her voice nearly destroyed me.

“I’m coming” She was crying too now. “I’m leaving right now.”

“Mamma-

“No” Her voice trembled. I’m coming”

Then the line went dead and I lowered the phone slowly.

For a long moment, I just sat there, unable to move, unable to breathe properly, unable to even think.

Then I looked at Isabella again.

And God help me, the sight of her nearly broke me all over again.

Because she hadn’t stopped crying, not once.

I got up from my chair and crossed the room.

My legs felt strangely heavy, like I was walking through water.

“Isa.” My voice sounded hoarse. Weak.

She didn’t look at me, just kept staring down at the blanket covering her lap.

“I’m sorry” The words sounded pathetic, meaningless, worthless. But they were all I had. “I’m so

Still, she said nothing and a fresh tear slid down her cheek. Then another.

And suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore.

1 wrapped my arms around her, pulled her against my chest and held her as tightly as I dared.

God

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fucking sorry.”

I wished I could take this from her. I wished I could carry every bit of this pain myself. I would’ve traded places with her in a heartbeat if I could.

Instead all could do was hold her while she cried.

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And hate myself før being so useless.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated..

And again.

And again.

The words became a prayer. A confession. A punishment.

Because every time I looked at her, all I could think was that this was my

fault.

It was my family, my world, my mess, my failure that had led to this.

And somehow the woman I loved was the one paying the price for it.