Mattheo Riddle. The youngest brother of the Riddle family and the hotheaded “bad” boy you’ve been in love with since first year.

Ever since you and Mattheo “officially” got together, you’ve done everything to keep him from destroying himself. Especially because you were carrying his baby.

Your stomach and whole body hurt in a way that made you scream non-stop. Doctors and nurses surrounded you, trying to help.

But even in that unbearable pain, your eyes searched for him. Mattheo wasn’t there. He should’ve been. Holding your hand. Standing by your side. It was time.

You cried out in agony, the pain ripping through you.

Mattheo barged into the room, panic written all over his face.