Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

My stomach dropped.

“What?”

“You heard me.” She met my eyes. “I want a divorce. I’m done with this marriage. I’m done with you.”

“You’re not thinking clearly. You’re in shock-”

“No.” She shook her head carefully. “I’m thinking more clearly than I have in three years. This marriage, was a mistake from the beginning. You never

wanted me. Never wanted our baby. And now-” Her voice cracked. “Now there’s nothing left.”

“That’s not true-”

“Isn’t it?” She laughed again. That same broken sound. “You said you didn’t know if you wanted this baby. You looked at me like I was a burden. Like our child was something you had to tolerate.”

“I was scared-‘

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“And I wasn’t?” She was crying harder now. “You think I wasn’t terrified? But I loved that baby. I would have done anything for that baby. And you-” She stopped. “You couldn’t even pretend to be happy.”

“Elena, please-”

“I’m done.” She reached for the call button. “I’m done pretending this marriage is something it’s not. I’m done waiting for you to choose me.”

I moved faster.

Grabbed her wrist before she could press the button.

*No.”

Julian, let go-”

“No.” I held her wrist firmly but carefully, aware of her injuries. “You’re not calling anyone. You’re not leaving.”

“You don’t get to decide-”

“Yes, I do.” My voice came out harder than I meant. “You’re my wife. You don’t get to just walk away.”

“I just asked for a divorce-

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*And I’m denying it.” I held her tighter as she tried to pull away, watching her face contort in pain. “We’re not getting divorced. We’re not giving up.”

“Let me go-

“No.” I leaned closer. “Listen to me. I know I fucked up. I know I said things I shouldn’t have. But we’re going to get through this.”

“There’s nothing to get through. Her voice was shaking. “Our baby is dead, Julian. Dead because I wasn’t safe. Because someone

She started sobbing.

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Chapter 113

Someone wanted to hurt me and now my baby’s gone-

“I know.” I puffed her against my chest despite her struggles, being careful of her ribs. “I know. And I’m going to find out who did this. I’m going to make

them pay. I promise you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She wasn’t fighting anymore. Just crying. “Nothing matters. My baby’s gone and I-I can’t

“Elena.” I pulled back. Cupped her face. Made her look at me. We’ll have other children. I promise you. We’ll-

“No.” She jerked away like I’d burned her, crying out at the pain the movement caused. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you dare act like this baby was

replaceable-

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean?” She was shaking. “That we’ll just make another one? That I should forget about the child I pist lost?”

“Of course not. But Elena-” I reached for her again. “We’re young. We have time. After you heal, we can try again. We can-”

“I don’t want to try again.” Her voice went flat. “Not with you. Not after this.”

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