Just then, the door to my hospital room swung open abruptly as someone entered.


    Alexandria’s POV:


    The noise stirred me, and I adjusted my mood before lifting the quilt.


    However, upon seeing the man’s face clearly, I couldn’t help but frown in disgust.


    Zander Ruiz, the father of my lost child, approached my bed carrying a thermos.


    In a soft voice, he offered, “I made your favorite soup.


    ”


    He was about to serve me some when irritation surged within me.


    His refusal to leave had allowed Caleb to discover the nature of our rtionship.


    Had Zander not been so obstinate, perhaps Caleb would have acknowledged my child as his.


    These thoughts fueled my anger.


    I couldn’t contain it any longer.


    I swept the thermos from his hands to the floor andmanded in a firm tone, “Get out!”


    Zander, stunned, watched the soup stter across the floor.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    His expression darkened with emotion, yet he managed to contain his anger.


    Instead of retaliating, he offered a quiet apology.


    “It’s my fault.


    But remember, you’ve just had a miscarriage and you’re still weak.


    Please, take care of yourself.


    If there’s anything you want to eat, tell me, I’ll make it for you.


    ”


    His plea went unheeded.


    Ovee with rage, I grabbed anything within reach, a cup, a pillow, a vase, and hurled them at him.


    “Leave me alone! Stay away from me.


    Don’t evere back!”


    Zander had always been devoted to me, willing to sacrifice his pride just for a smile.


    However, despite his efforts, I never respected him.


    If it weren’t for the baby, I wouldn’t have given him a second nce.


    Surveying the chaos he’d left behind, Zander departed without a word.


    Following the miscarriage, I was hospitalized for recovery, enjoying a rare period of tranquility.


    Nevertheless, I kept tabs on Caleb and Debra.


    I learned they had been tending to their children in their vi since they left the hospital.


    When I received photos from a bribed servant, pictures showing their family enjoying the sunshine in the garden, I was so enraged that I shattered everything in my room and screamed uncontrobly.


    It wasn’t until a nurse burst in, yelling, and I noticed her wide, scared eyes, that I realized what I’d done.


    Looking down, I discovered arge pool of blood at my feet.


    A sudden chill swept through me, and I shivered, nearly copsing.


    The nurse was visibly shaken too.


    She quickly grabbed me and rushed me to the emergency room.


    There, I found myself lying on the operating table, submitting to the doctor’s careful examination.


    Yet, the disquiet in my heart continued to grow.


    After a thorough check, the doctor let out a sigh, his voice tinged with sympathy.


    “You haven’t healed properly from your miscarriage.


    ”


    There’s bleeding, and unfortunately, we need to remove your uterus.


    His words floored me.


    I felt numb, disconnected from the pain.