Losing Baby to His Schemes

"Let's make a documentary," Brendan suddenly suggested to Violette, his eyes alight with excitement about the future. "We can capture our entire trip with the camera. When we're old, we can look back and see it from a new perspective."

His words hit me like a cold wave, leaving me momentarily stunned. I had written in my journal about making a documentary with Brendan during a trip to the Alps. I remember bringing it up when he came home one day, but he dismissed it with a casual "We'll see."

And now, there they were, planning it together. The camera they were using was bought with the money from my savings, in anticipation of this trip I had been eagerly looking forward to.

Everything felt ruined. I took several steps back, tightly clutching my Victorian-style dress, watching them embrace lovingly. I gently touched my belly and made a firm decision.

Once back at the hotel, I called Mom. I told her I wanted to have an abortion. As an obstetrician, she had overseen my entire pregnancy.

"Mackenzie, why the sudden decision to have an abortion?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and concern.

I was silent for a long time before explaining everything I had overheard.

Mom cried, her voice trembling, "Alright, when you return, I'll arrange the procedure for you."

I had worn the purple crystal for a month—although I had removed it now, I wasn't sure if it had affected the baby. And my marriage with Brendan was over. There was no future for us.

After the abortion, I'll write a report and file for divorce.