My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 294

The contractions were getting more frequent, and I could feel the baby's struggling movements.

Whenever the new wave of pain hit, I would stop wrestling with the rope for a few seconds, only to

continue after the sharp pain had subdued. After a few times, I began to lose hope. I was losing too

much amniotic fluid, and the baby's activity was weaker.

I knew that he was losing his strength because of the lack of oxygen in the womb.

I wanted to give up, but I couldn't. I hadn't seen him yet. I couldn't just let him go when he hadn't got the

chance to see the world.

The physical and emotional pain was tormenting. Shaking in the shooting pain, a bright light reflective

of something in the pitch-black warehouse caught my attention. It was a mirror!

The discovery of it ignited a glimmer of hope in me. Crawling, I moved towards the mirror with great

difficulty.

It was only two steps away, but it felt forever for me to reach it. When I finally did it, I hit it

in full force with my head.

With a crack, the mirror shattered into pieces.

There was a sharp pain on my forehead, but I didn't have the time to worry about it. Moving my tied

hands to reach the mirror shard, I began cutting the rope on my legs, bit by bit. The edged shard was

cutting into my palm too.

However, the rope was very thick. After some time, my hand went numb from the pain. There was

blood all over my hands and feet, and it felt sticky.

Nevertheless, none of the discomforts I felt could compare to the grief I felt when the movement of the

baby in my belly became weaker.

I would rather die to brace the pain of losing my child.

"Boom!" Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder, and the air turned humid.

Amidst the thunderstorm, the labor pain continued, but the child's frisky movements gradually came to

a stop. Realizing that, I froze, and I couldn't hold onto the mirror shard in my hand anymore.

I collapsed into a pool of thick fluid on the ground. I couldn't even distinguish whether it was my blood

or the amniotic fluid.

Outside the warehouse, it began to rain cats and dogs with roaring thunders and blinding bolts of

lightning.

Between the flashes of lightning, I vaguely saw my baby who fought for his life desperately. Again and

again, he tried so hard to come out of my belly.

He must be confused about why he couldn't come out. He must be blaming me because my decision

had made his effort to come out gone to waste. "My sweet boy," I sniffled.

At this point, I had to admit that I was wrong. I had made terrible mistakes. I shouldn't have fallen for

Hendrix. I shouldn't have believed that he could protect the baby and me. I also shouldn't have

underestimated the Moore family's influence and Valerie's ruthlessness.

I was too naive and too reckless. Every decision I made from the beginning was wrong. If it weren't for

me, the child wouldn't have been in this situation. He wouldn't have to come and go in such a horrible

way.

For quite a long time, I laid on the ground, doing nothing to help push the baby out or to stop my

bleeding. I began to think that it might be better for the baby if I died with him. At least, he wouldn't be Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

afraid in the afterlife.

I would stay with him and keep him safe from the others. Since I failed to shelter him in the human

world, protecting him in the underworld was the least I could do as his mother.

"Bang!" The warehouse door opened with a loud noise, and a strong ray of light lit up the entire place.

In a daze, I saw a tall man walking through the door. My head was spinning. I wanted to see his face,

but I didn't have the strength to keep my eyes open.

Perhaps what opened earlier was the gate to the afterlife.

I stood up in a trance, stepping on sticky blood-red fluid. And they came from me.

Out of habit, I rested my hand on my belly. For the first time in months, the bump was gone.

Disoriented, I began to look around for the child in frantic.