Ex-Wife Wins the Battle

That afternoon, after paying the fees, I slowly made my way down the hospital corridor, clutching my stomach and gripping the handrail for support. My neighbor and good friend, Joanna Kelley, was by my side, visibly worried.

"Look at you," she said, full of concern. "You're in this state, and your husband can't even make the effort to be here. What's with that?"

She reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and called Axel Wells. "Are you even human? Your wife just had a miscarriage, and you can't be bothered to be with her!"

After a pause, Axel's nonchalant voice responded. "I think you've got the wrong number. I don’t have a wife."

Joanna was taken aback, unaware of Axel's peculiar situation since I'd never disclosed his identity to her. Shocked by his denial, she immediately started berating him. "How can you be so cold-hearted? Sabrina nearly lost her life!"

Axel let out a mocking laugh. "Quite the performance. Did you find her phone and think you could scam some money?"

"Name your price, and stop disturbing me," he said before hanging up.

Holding the phone in disbelief, Joanna looked at me. "What kind of person is he? You should leave him. I’m far more reliable!"

Fuming, she tossed the phone back to me and carefully helped me walk. I gave a faint, weary smile. He was probably with Izabella Bell, visiting the doctor, avoiding any "distractions" from me.

Outside, the noise level rose significantly. "Axel Wells! Axel Wells!" "Izabella Bell! That’s Izabella Bell!"

"They must be making it official now, coming to the hospital together. Love’s new beginning, right?" someone shouted.

Through the throng, I spotted Axel. He wore glasses, his lips set in a firm line, projecting an image of cool detachment. Yet, his arm was protectively wrapped around Izabella, as if shielding her from the eager fans.

Joanna nudged me excitedly. "Look, my favorite couple! See how protective Axel is of Izabella? He’s definitely into her!"

I nodded in agreement, but my heart ached with bitterness. Everyone knew Axel was enamored with Izabella; no one knew he had a wife out of the spotlight.

Tears streamed down my face. I bit my lip, watching him, the focal point of everyone’s attention.

As they drew nearer, more people crowded around us. I, still weak from the miscarriage, was easily shoved to the ground.

Joanna shouted, "Stop pushing! There’s a patient here! Move aside!"

But the crowd remained relentless, trailing after Izabella and Axel. I lay there, my hand crushed beneath uncaring feet.

Gazing upwards, I caught Axel’s eye. But it was only a fleeting look. He quickly turned away, his attention solely on gently guiding Izabella.

Holding my abdomen, I felt the urge to cry. No wonder the baby left so decisively; he must have blamed me for failing to hold onto his father.

Axel had seen me but lacked the courage to help. That indifferent glance was meant for a stranger.

Maybe it was better this way. Perhaps now, leaving would be easier.