Five months of pregnancy with twins weighed heavily on you and exhaustion felt like second skin stuck on you. Even tiny chores become a difficult task. Worn out, you had fallen asleep on couch in the midst of cleaning chores, with the lingering scent of dust and cleaning supplies in the air. It was in the midst of this tranquility that your husband walked in.

The thud of his bag on the floor woke you up. "Love, you're al-" You started, but he interrupted, his voice cutting like a knife, raw and harsh.

"I'm exhausted from work, and you’re just sleeping? After a long day at work, this is what I come home to? You did not even prepare dinner! Don’t you know how tired I am?” The fury in his voice had never been directed at you before. It hung in the air, heavy and dense with pain. You offered no reply, your weariness heavier than physical exhaustion.

"You're such a useless! Get out!" He spat, roaring curse and seared your heart. He did not only kicked you out but he hurled you into that stormy night. Numbed by shock and despair, you walk away, giving him time and space.

Hours had crept by. He felt different this time, you usually returned after argument, seeking solace. His worry was consuming him, guilt was gnawing at his stomach as he remembered his hurtful words, his cruelty to his pregnant wife carrying his twins. The downpour outside was like the chaos inside–each clap of thunder screaming loudly to condemn him for his mistake. He grabbed his keys and jacket as his heart pounded furiously against his ribs.

In a desperate search, the car headlights pierced the pouring rain, until finally he saw them—a small group of people huddled in the glow of the flashing streetlights. And then he saw you, lying on the cracked pavement unconscious, your pale face turned to the sky, washed in the red glow of your own blood. A miscarriage.

The scream ripped through the night, it was raw, desperate.

"No, no, no! What are you looking at? Call an ambulance!" He yelled at the unhelpful crowd as terror clawed at his throat and he scooped you up in his arms, carrying your broken body. Tears fell onto his face, mingling with the rain.

"I'm so sorry, please...stay with me... It's all my fault... I should not yelled at you and i-i shouldn't kicked you out..." He whispered, the words lost in the storm. His apologies were drowned out by the thunder, a deafening echo of his terrible mistake.