Tears Of A Wife novel Chapter 52

"D-Do you still love her?" I said, almost whispering. Even if I tried to make my voice sound strong, I still betrayed myself.

"No," he answered directly.

"Then, why are we here?" I asked him. I lifted my eyes and it met with his, staring at me deeply. His eyes were bloodshot but it was very serious. It seemed to be telling me things that his mouth can't utter, but I am dumb to understand it. I don't know because when it comes to Atlas, I couldn't seem to read anything. It's confusing but it's true.

"I love you, Olive. But because I was a coward, I couldn't tell you. I'm a coward because I couldn't accept the fact that Jen died because of me. Because I led her on and blamed everything on you," Atlas' voice broke. I can feel the pain he was carrying.

I shook my head to stop him from saying more. I held his hand and placed it on my stomach. I stared at him and smiled even though it was forced. I want Atlas to know that he can't bring everything back even if he was regretting a lot.

"I've been living for the past ten years blaming myself, Atlas. I've been deeply wounded by the things we can't undo. I was hurt because of everything but we can't bring the past back. This is our new life now. Let's stop this," My voice cracked and my tears fell. My eyes were pleading for him to stop this. I know and I accept it. We don't need to make it longer if in the end, it would still be the same. We both blamed ourselves and it wasn't good. We should live in the present and not in the past.

"I've been egoistic for the past ten years, Olive. I'm sorry," he uttered.

"I have my faults, too. I did not fight for you. We shared the same feelings, Atlas." I said.

Atlas looked at me and embraced me tight. I hugged him back although it was quite hard. I felt his shoulder shaking so I abruptly tapped his back. Even in that way, I could make him feel that everything's fine. That we need to leave everything behind for the coming tomorrow.

Past is past. We could never undo things but we could always look at it as a motivation to do better. To start anew. And to be the best version of ourselves. We may temporarily forget about it but we can never erase it. It will always be embedded in our soul and be remembered as a memory. An experience. Either bad or good.

"Let's go home," I whispered.

Atlas released me from his tight embrace and looked at me intently. Before, I let myself believe everything his eyes spoke. But now, I could freely let myself believe everything.

"I love you, Olive. You and our baby." He touched my tummy exactly when it kicked. Atlas and I both looked at each other and smiled. Our child probably felt what his mother and father felt. I slowly raised my hand and wiped my tears.

I winced when it ached again. I nodded but the continuous pain that I'm feeling was inevitable. It was breaking my body in half, especially in my womanhood. When I felt something gush from it, I instantly became nervous. This can't be. My due date is still far.

"I think I'm about to give birth!" I grunted.

Atlas' eyes widened. I wanted to laugh at his reaction but I thought of my baby first. I'm scared because it's still not the time for him to go out. Not now. Not tomorrow but by the next two months.

"Fuck!" Atlas when he saw me grimacing. He immediately carried me and brought me inside his car. I was gripping at his arm tightly because of the pain I was feeling.

"Hospital, please. . ." I pleaded.

I want to hold on. Just for today, I want the world to give this to me.