His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 229

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Chapter 229

Dominic’s POV

“I’m sorry.” The words kept falling out of my mouth, over and over again. Like if I said them enough times, they might somehow become meaningful, might somehow fix this, might somehow turn back time and undo everything that had happened.

But they couldn’t.

And I knew they couldn’t.

Sorry wasn’t going to bring our baby back. Sorry wasn’t going to erase the look on Isabella’s face. Sorry wasn’t going to stop the grief that was swallowing us both whole.

Yet I kept saying it anyway.

Because it was all I had left.

“I’m sorry” My voice cracked again.

The moment her shoulders started shaking harder, I tightened my arms around her instinctively.

God.

I hated this. I hated seeing her like this. I hated knowing she was hurting and being completely unable to do a damn thing about it.

All my life people had looked at me like I was dangerous, powerful, capable of anything.

And yet here I was, completely helpless.

The one thing I wanted more than anything was to take away her pain.

And I couldn’t.

I couldn’t even take away a fraction of it.

For a long time, neither of us spoke.

The only sounds in the room were her quiet sobs and the occasional beep from one of the monitors hearby.

Eventually she shifted slightly against me.

When she spoke, her voice sounded small, fragile, like every word cost her something.

“I want to blame you.”

The softly spoken confession hit me like a knife, not because it hurt but because I understood.

I understood where she was coming from completely.

I swallowed hard. Then nodded. “Okay.”

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes swollen and red.

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I’d never forget the sight of them.

“I want to scream at you,” fault.”

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admitted and a fresh wave of tears rolled down her

My chest tightened painfully. Because part of ine had already been saying exactly that for the last hour

I looked down at our joined hands, at the ring she no longer wore, qt the fingers that had once been wrapped around mine while we planned a future.

“This happened because of me. You can say it,” My voice sounded rough, and broken. “I won’t wop you”

She stared at me.

“I mean it.” I forced myself to meet her gaze. “You can blame me”

Hell, I blamed me. My family. My life. My decisions. My inability to walk away from this world.

If I had left sooner, if I had protected her better, if I’d figured out a way out before now, maybe none of this would ve happened.

Maybe our baby would still be alive.

The thought nearly made me sick.

But then Isabella shook her head, slowly, weakly. And completely unexpectedly.

“I can’t.”

I frowned. “What?”

She looked away. “It’s not your fault.” The words came out exhausted, like she’d repeated them to herself a hundred times already.

“You didn’t know Vittoria was going to do this.” Another tear slipped down her cheek. “You didn’t know.”

I laughed bitterly, a horrible sound. “No.” I looked towards the floor. “I just brought all the people capable of doing this into your life.”

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“No.” I cut her off. Because I couldn’t let her comfort me, not now, not after this.

“My aunt kidnapped you.” The words felt disgusting even as I spoke them.

“My own family.” I swallowed hard. “You lost our baby because of my family”

Silence settled between us, heavy and painful.

Then Isabella spoke again. And somehow what she said next hurt more than anything else. “I’ve tried.“

I looked up but she wasn’t looking at me anymore. Her gaze was fixed somewhere beyond the room. Beyond the hospital. Beyond us.

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Fve tried so hard” Her voice cracked. “God, Dominic. I’ve tried to wait.”

I felt something cold settle in my stomach.

“I’ve tried to be patient.”

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Every word seemed harder than the last.

“I’ve tried to trust that eventually things would get better.”

I knew where this was going. And suddenly, I didn’t want to hear it. Not because she was wrong but because she wasn’t.

Because she was absolutely right.

“And look where it got us.”

I closed my eyes briefly. The words landed exactly where they were supposed to–right in the center of my fucking chest.

“I don’t blame you.” She shook her head. “But I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

For a second I genuinely forgot how to breathe.

The room suddenly felt too small, too hot, too suffocating.

I stared at her, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to hear anything except those words echoing through my and again.

I don’t think I can do this anymore.

And the worst part?

I didn’t blame her, not even a little.

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How could I? Every time she gave me another chance, something else happened. Another problem appeared. Another threat appeared. Another complication. Another disaster.

How many times could one person be expected to endure that? How many times could I ask her to trust me before she finally stopped?

Apparently this many.

Apparently this was the limit.

And God, I couldn’t even be angry.

Because if our positions had been reversed, I would’ve walked away a long time ago.

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