The Day I Lost My Baby, His Mistress Flaunted Her Matching Bracelet novel Chapter 11

The last time I saw Nathan wasn't years down the line, with gray hair and a bittersweet smile. 

It was just one month after he walked out of that old house. 

The weather had turned chilly, rain drizzling down, the wind cutting through like a knife. 

Instead of a somber funeral procession, there were no drums, no ceremonial rites.

Just a handful of people standing in silence, the damp earth swallowing our footsteps. 

They told me that after that night, Nathan started drinking himself numb.

Every day, without fail. And when he wasn't drinking, he was behind the wheel, speeding down the same roads we used to take together. 

His liver had always been weak—even back in high school, he could barely handle a drink.

At business dinners, he'd sip just enough to be polite. 

At night, he needed sleeping pills to shut his mind off.

And when he woke up, the first thing he did was reach for a bottle, trying to drown himself all over again. 

The doctors said he overdosed.

That even in the ER, half-conscious, he kept mumbling my name. 

I had his headstone placed near my dad's.

At least that way, when I visited one, I wouldn't forget the other. 

My vision blurred, but somehow, not a single tear fell. 

Was I heartless?

Maybe.

Maybe my heart had just gone completely numb. 

His will and final letter arrived a week later.

The lawyer handed me a flash drive, like Nathan had seen the ending coming long before anyone else did. 

Back home, I plugged it into my laptop. 

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