The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 442

Nora slowly opened her eyes on the intensive care bed behind the emergency room.

Sensation began to creep back into her limbs as the anesthesia gradually wore off.

From deep within her lower abdomen came a hollow, agonizing ache.

It felt as if a vital organ intricately woven into her very being had been ruthlessly carved out, leaving behind a gaping, bleeding void where the cold wind howled.

The doctor had already done his rounds.

She had survived.

Because she had been rushed into surgery so quickly, the severe hemorrhaging had been forcefully stopped.

But the baby—the tiny life that had been quietly growing inside her for barely two months, a child who hadn't even had the chance to open its eyes to the world, a child she hadn't even had the chance to tell anyone about—was gone.

The doctors had performed a D&C, scraping away every last remaining trace of the pregnancy from her womb.

Nora didn't make a sound, nor did she shed a tear.

She just stared blankly at the ceiling with heavily bloodshot eyes.

She had foolishly hoped that if she could just endure this torture, if she could just find a way to escape the Hayes family, she could take this child—her child—and disappear. She could start over somewhere no one knew her name.

Now, God had cruelly snatched away her absolute last sliver of hope.

Today, her parents had died in rapid, tragic succession. Her hands had been utterly crippled. And the unborn life she carried had been violently stripped from her body.

She was truly reduced to nothing but an empty shell, drained of her soul and every single bond tying her to this earth.

The sound of heavy, dragging footsteps echoed in the corridor. Soles scraped against the linoleum, slowly inching closer to her bedside.

Nora didn't turn her head.

Nathan stood in the shadows beside her bed.

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