one hundred and twenty nine

Drake’s POV

As I swung the door open, my heart sank at the sight of Evelyn. She was sitting on the floor, her legs pulled close to her chest, and her pale face showed signs of tears. It was clear that she had been crying. The moment our eyes met, anger flashed in her eyes, and she rushed towards me in a fit of rage. Without warning, her hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap.

But despite the sting, I remained unfazed. I understood the pain she was going through, and the grief that consumed her after losing our child. It weighed heavily on my conscience, knowing that she blamed me for the loss. She believed that my rejection of the pregnancy was the cause, and in some ways, I couldn't help but feel guilty.

“You bastard! I hate you!” Evelyn yelled angrily at me, In that moment, as her anger poured out, I stood there, feeling a mix of remorse and regret. I knew deep down that turning away from the pregnancy had been a mistake, a decision made in haste and fear. The timing felt wron