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I didn't defend myself. I didn't tell him that he'd been calling my name, "Doris," while he kissed me that night. I knew it wasn't love. It was only a brief moment where he recognized me, nothing more.
That night was when I got pregnant with Oliver.
For the next few days, I stayed with Nathan in his villa, but he was rarely there. After Oliver was born, he was almost impossible to find. I used to think he avoided me because he believed I was trying to trap him with the baby. Now, I realize he actually doubted that Oliver even his.
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Because of this foolish suspicion, he indirectly caused the death of his
own son.
The absurdity of it all hit me hard.
"Who do you think this 'other man' is?" I asked, my voice filled with
sarcasm.
Nathan slammed the bowl onto the bedside table and stood up angrily. "You know better than I do about these kinds of things," he muttered.
"What kinds of things?" I shot back.
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stopped. "Forget it. I don't want to argue with you right now."
He buttoned up his suit and left.
I felt suffocated, unable to stay in that room any longer. I forced myself to get up and walked outside, wandering into a nearby park. I sat on a bench, watching the children play.
If Oliver had been healthy, he would've been their age now.
I sat alone in the park for what felt like an eternity, though I had long lost track of time. My eyes blurred as I stared at nothing in particular, the quiet world around me offering no comfort. The chill of the evening crept into my bones, but I barely noticed. At some point, darkness had fallen, and now it was starting to fade into light again. Dawn was breaking, the park bathed in the faint hues of morning.
I blinked, coming back to reality, realizing I had been sitting in the cold all night. My muscles ached as I slowly stood, shaking off the numbness from hours of stillness. I didn't know where I was going, but my feet began to move.
My mind was clouded with exhaustion and a heavy weight of emotion that I couldn't quite name. It was like I was moving through water, sluggish and detached.
As I trudged along the path, I noticed movement ahead. Nathan.