Chapter 60

Isabella’s POV
Not long after, the door to the room opened, and Ethan entered with the doctor. His face looked full of worry, but when his eyes met mine, there was a little calmness in him that made me feel better.
“Doctor, how is Isabella?” I asked, impatient to hear the news.
The doctor smiled, but I could see the seriousness in it. “Okay, Isabella. We have done an initial examination and passed some tests. There are some things we need to discuss,” he said.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Fear and anxiety made me pray in my heart, hoping for the best for myself and the baby in my womb. Hopefully what the doctor would say was good news.
“You lost your baby, Mom. Your baby is gone. We have to do a curettage to clean your uterus,” the doctor said in a calm tone, but those words were like lightning striking my heart.
All my hopes were crushed in an instant. “No, doc! My baby must be here. I have been waiting for him all this time. How could she have been miscarried from my womb?” my angry voice mixed with tears, and I felt like the whole world was crumbling around me.
A feeling of disbelief swept over me. “This is impossible! Please don’t take her from me!” I screamed, pouring out everything in sadness and helplessness.
Ethan, with a panicked face, immediately approached me and tried to calm me down. “Isabella, calm down. We will get through this together,” he said, holding my hand tightly.
But it all felt in vain. No words could soothe the deep pain. The sense of loss and failure made me fall into a state of despair. I screamed again, “No! This can’t happen!”
Seeing me in such a condition, the doctor and nurse immediately intervened. Before I could fully control myself, a syringe came to me. They gave me a drug to calm me down, and I felt my consciousness starting to fade.
It was as if darkness was slowly enveloping my mind. In a semi-conscious state, I was still trying to think about the baby I would never see. “My baby…” I whispered softly before everything went black.
When consciousness is completely lost, the only thing left is a deep sense of emptiness and sadness. The desire to have a child seemed to disappear in an instant, and in the helplessness of lust, I fell into darkness without knowing what would happen next.
Ethan's POV
I still felt a heavy burden when the doctor confirmed that the fetus in Isabella's womb was miscarried. "What should we do, doc?" I asked, my voice almost shaking with anxiety and sadness.
"We have to do a curettage," the doctor answered, and I knew it was a very difficult procedure for us to face.
A feeling of devastation enveloped me as I watched Isabella. Sure enough, when the doctor explained what to do, Isabella became hysterical. The sound of her cries echoed in the room, and my heart broke seeing her in such a state. She felt lost, and I knew that no words would be able to comfort her at this time.
Seeing Isabella need an injection to calm her down, I felt very helpless. My inability to protect and support her in these difficult moments made my feelings even more painful. “Isabella, I’m here,” I said softly, trying to reach her hand, but she sobbed in sadness.
After taking action to handle it, there was only one decision left for me to make. I had agreed to have the curettage as Isabella’s husband, but I couldn’t wait inside the room. All the pain and sadness were too much to bear. Therefore, with one firm decision, I chose to wait outside.
In the hospital corridor, I paced back and forth, feeling my heart pounding. Every second felt like a year, and all the beautiful memories of the hope of having a child felt like a shattered dream. The desire to be a father in that precious moment disappeared in an instant.
While waiting, I prayed that the curettage procedure would go well and that Isabella would soon recover from all the sadness that had attacked. Attacks of guilt and helplessness haunted my mind. I wished I could do something to change this situation, but all I could do now was wait.
As time passed, I felt anxious and impatient. Every sound from inside made me tremble, hoping to hear good news. For me, Isabella was my top priority, and I had to be there for her when she needed my support.
In that silence, I resolved to always be there for her. Even though this was a painful experience, I wanted to be a strong and loving husband—ready to face any trials with her, regardless of the success or failure that came.
After Isabella came, I saw her shed tears. Her face was tortured with sadness, and I immediately felt my heart clench. She felt the loss of our baby so badly, and the pain was evident in her eyes. I tried to soothe my broken heart. “Trust me, this is what’s best for you,” I said softly, trying to be supportive.
“It’s easy for you to say that, Ethan. But I feel it. There was life in my belly, but now I’ve failed as a mother. I’ve killed my child,” she said with deep sobs, as if all this sadness could no longer be contained.
Seeing Isabella do that, my heart broke. She felt guilty and helpless, and there were no words that could fully comfort her. “No, you can’t think like that. You also have to think positively. This isn’t your fault, honey. We can’t control everything,” I said, trying to distract her from the guilt that was burning inside her.
She was silent for a moment, but the tears continued to fall from her eyes. “But I have to take responsibility, Ethan. This is something I have longed for and… and I failed.”