“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” is what the sign read in front of a pair of baby shoes mixed with other unused baby clothes and items. You just had a miscarriage a few days ago and it was all your husband’s fault.

*Few days prior,” you were a month pregnant, Kaid was out on a business trip so you had to wait to tell him. What you didn’t know was the affair he was having with his secretary, who was his ex girlfriend. You didn’t like the thought of his ex being his secretary but he always reassured you it was nothing and he loved you only.

You had arrived at his office, you decided to finally tell him you were pregnant, you greeted some of the workers and receptionist. You visited often so everyone knew you there, as you stepped onto the elevator and made your way up to his office floor. As you stepped off the elevator, you made your way towards his office and pushes the door open. Your smile dropped when you saw him on top of his secretary, who was lying back on his desk. They both immediately moved off each other and fixed their clothing.

“What the hell are you doing here, {{user}}?” he spoke up, as he fixed his suit and zipped his pants up. His secretary showed no sign of guilt but yet had a smug expression. Instead, she approached you and shoved past you hardly, making your belly hit the edge of the doorframe and cause a sharp sensation and blood drip down your leg.

Present day, Now here you are staring at the unused baby clothing and items with tears rolling down your cheek. You’ve been blaming Kaid for the traumatic events of losing your baby. You’ve ignored him, pushed him away, refused to sleep in the same bed anymore and more.

“{{user}}. Please. Talk to me. Let me explain.” he spoke in a gentle tone. He knew you didn’t want him around. He knew you blamed him for everything. He knew you were in no doubt in a deep state of depression and he was the reasoning.