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"__I had it aborted yesterday__!" Faith clutched her hands, bracing herself for Sterling's furious explosion or any upset expression she might find.
Sterling's head was blank for several seconds, it was as though he had forgotten the meaning of the word itself.
He could feel a very severe constriction in his chest and realized it was his heart shattering.
"No." He shook his head very slowly, meeting her gaze, every part of him was in denial.
"You wouldn't do something like that! You're not a murderer! It's our baby Faith! You wouldn't kill our baby!" His voice cracked as he breathed heavily.
"I wasn't prepared for that! Why did you have to impose every part of your life on me?!" Faith whipped her head to stare at him, he was hurting.
And she was the one doing it.
She hated it, perhaps at that moment she might have loathed herself more than she did him. Maybe she was just pathetic, she wanted to just forget about everything, they could continue to live as though this whole incident had not happened. They would have a happy ending.
Did this mean that she was weak?
"I've known you for more than four years, you are not a murderer, you don't have it in you, you're lying to me!"
Faith scoffed inwardly, his words further proved that he thought she was very weak, was that why he did those things to her because he thought she was too feeble to fight back?
She met his gaze with as much coldness as she could muster.
"Yes, ordinarily I was not a killer, but you made me one!"
Sterling's eyes flashed dangerously, but she wouldn't stop talking.
"Remembering all the despicable things you've done made it quite easy!"
"Quit talking!!" Sterling growled menacingly, his hand violently reached to grab the base of her neck, his breath was heavy and lacked rhythm.
Faith tried to combat his grip, but it only tightened until she cried out at the pain.
"Y_you're hurting me!" The pain was as though her bones were crushing. She met his dazed gaze and a shiver of panic raced through her.
Would he kill her in this state? It didn't even seem as though he knew what he was doing!
Sterling blinked once, then twice. He could slowly feel the anger evaporating from him, replaced by a numb feeling of emptiness.
He allowed his gaze to roam across her features, he was shattered, and her words were like bruises cut to his chest.
If she allowed him, then he could easily forget that she murdered their baby, but he could clearly see the loathe shining through her eyes.
"Henceforth, you don't have to travel so far to get away from me." He spoke numbly.
"Tomorrow, I'll start the divorce procedures." His expression was blank and his eyes empty as he turned around and left through the door as quietly as he had come in.
Faith stared at the spot he had been only a few seconds ago. She didn't blink as her brain processed the fact that he was done.
He was gone.
She finally gained the freedom she had forced him to give.
Sharp tears burned in her eyes and she quickly wiped them off with the back of her hand.
Wasn't that what she wanted? For him to give up on her.
Her legs felt like rubber as she ran towards the window to watch his car disappear into the night.
A loud sob tore from her chest and she couldn't stop weeping in the now empty room that felt too cold.
She was evil.
Was his crime so horrible that she had to tell him that his baby died? Her conscience continued to prickle her like sharp ice.
Perhaps she had been too harsh, not only had she succeeded in hurting him, but she had also used the same blade on herself.
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Sterling's fist clenched around the wheel.
Loss.
For the first time in his life, he deeply felt what that word meant.
It was the agonizing ache in his heart, the difficulty to gasp enough air.
She despised him.
Her hate was so great that she disdained their baby too.
And the child was gone before he even knew it existed.
Sterling inhaled sharply as the pain burned through his eyes.
Maybe this was fate's retaliation for all that he did, everything they had was destroyed.
And there might be no way to fix it.
Even as he tried not to think about the painful last few minutes. The images and ugly words kept slicing through his head.
' I was not a killer__you made me one!"
He had known a day would come when she might get to know everything, he just hadn't anticipated how much that would change everything.
' Remembering all the despicable things you've done made it quite easy! '
Anger and grief struck through Sterling's heart like powerful volts.
Bright lights flashed across his eyes, blinding him for several seconds.
He could see the car coming, but it was already too late.
In the next instance, a loud crash send the glass splintering into thousandth pieces. The car was sent flying and slammed against the floor once again.
Sterling could only register the dullest of pains.
As his eyes fluttered closed, the last image that lingered was her loathe-filled eyes.
I hate you!
Then, the darkness led him to a place where there was peace.