Chapter 8: Mistreatment
I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I listened to his mother's words. It was infuriating to hear the lies he had told her about me. None of it was true. I wanted to defend myself, but I also didn't want to risk losing the father of my child. The situation was becoming more complicated by the minute.
"Anyway, let's go rest, mom," he said, trying to change the subject as he bid his mother goodbye with a smile.
"Alright, son. Goodnight," his mother replied, returning the smile and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Goodnight, Prima," she said to me, her smile still intact.
"Goodnight, Mom," I replied, forcing a smile of my own.
I hesitated as we made our way to the room. I knew that Diego would be furious with me once again, but I had no other choice.
As soon as we entered the room, he stormed over to the bed and angrily emptied the contents of the suitcase, throwing the clothes onto the bed.
"What is this!" he snapped, tossing the clothes aside in frustration.
"Just a simple request that you couldn't fulfill! Damn it!" he cursed at me, his anger palpable.
"Please, Diego, just calm down. I didn't know what clothes you wanted to bring for our trip to Hong Kong," I explained, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.
"I didn't mean it, Diego. I apologize," I pleaded, my voice filled with remorse.
"Do you honestly believe that an apology can erase your sheer ignorance?!" he demanded, his tone unwavering.
His words cut deep, leaving me wounded and unable to fathom how he could be so heartless and arrogant as a husband. My life felt like a never-ending cycle of misery under his oppressive control.
Struggling to comprehend his actions, all I yearned for was to escape back home. However, I knew that wasn't an option, as it would only bring astonishment to Mother.
With a heavy sigh, I approached him, eager to mend the damage I had caused. I wanted to make amends for my mistakes. Yet, his next words pierced through me, inflicting even more pain.
His words pierced through me like a thousand knives, causing an indescribable pain to surge within me. I couldn't fathom what I had done to deserve such cruelty from him.
I never asked for this, I never wanted to be tied to someone like him. The mere thought of being connected to him in such a profound way made my skin crawl.
Anger boiled within me, urging me to slap him and force him to acknowledge the emotions that coursed through my veins. I wanted him to understand that I, too, had a heart that could break. I wasn't some emotionless creature, incapable of feeling pain. I was human, just like him. But why did he treat me like an animal whenever he spoke to me?
"You're going too far! I never wanted to be pregnant either. No woman would willingly subject herself to this!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion.
His face contorted with a frown as he retorted, "Why are you being so dramatic?"
"If you want, you can leave!" he added, his words laced with a cold indifference.
"What about our child? What happens to them if I give up?" I asked, determination seeping into my voice.
His response was filled with arrogance as he callously replied, "Just get rid of the baby and forget you ever had one."
I couldn't hold back my emotions after hearing what he said. The pain was unbearable, making it difficult for me to catch my breath. How could he utter those words to me?
He stormed out of the room, leaving me all alone. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching my stomach. Tears streamed down my face as I gently caressed my belly, trying to find solace in the midst of the turmoil.
"Baby, please don't be sad. Maybe your dad is just exhausted. Let's try to understand him, alright?" I whispered through my tears.
Unbeknownst to me, exhaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep. I was startled awake when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
As I opened my eyes, Diego stood before me with a stern expression. I couldn't help but gaze at his face, admiring his handsome features. If only he didn't have such a difficult personality, loving him wouldn't be such a challenge.
"Move to the sofa," he said firmly.
"Um, can't I just stay here?" I asked softly.
"Don't you comprehend?!" he snapped, his frown deepening.
"Um, yes, okay. I'm sorry," I replied, complying as we made our way to the sofa.
I watched him shake his head and lie down on his bed. The sound of his steady breathing filled the room, and I let out a sigh.
"Goodnight," I whispered to him, but there was no response.
I sighed once more and settled onto the sofa. I had grown accustomed to his cold treatment, so it didn't affect me as much. I didn't want to let it affect the child growing inside me.
The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. However, I noticed Diego's disheveled bed. He had left without bothering to tidy up. I knew he did it intentionally.
Despite feeling unwell, I immediately got up. I straightened his sheets and neatly arranged his blankets. I knew he would be furious if I left the room untidy. Enduring his hurtful words was exhausting, so I did everything I could to keep the room clean.
I also cleaned the bathroom and replaced the curtains hanging by the window. But suddenly, dizziness washed over me, causing me to cling onto the window for support.
"Oh, God..."
In an instant, excruciating pain shot through my stomach, causing me to collapse.
I couldn't believe my eyes as they widened in shock at the sight of the crimson stain on my thigh.
As the door swung open, my eyes met Diego's startled gaze, his expression a mix of surprise and concern.
"What the hell!" he exclaimed, clearly taken aback by the sight of me sprawled on the floor.
The events that followed remain a blur to me. All I remember is waking up in the warm embrace of a cozy room, unsure of how I got there.