After Losing Her, He Went Crazy novel Chapter 7

The day I left Elon was a cloudy day, with light rain falling.

I held the train ticket Stacy had booked, watching the street screens flash updates about the Franco heir’s engagement.

On the screen, Elon looked mature and commanding—a side of him I’d never seen.

Even his choice of such bad weather for his wedding was telling.

That morning, Elon left without unease, even asking me to tie his tie.

I knew he was eyeing my belly, calculating how many days until the miscarriage.

With the abortion pills I had taken, it was inevitable.

Once I left the city with Grandpa, I’d lose the child I’d once longed for.

He stepped on my hand, tearing the ticket to shreds.

"Emma, you should thank yourself for attaching to Elon."

"Otherwise, even your death wouldn’t create any value."