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Intro. Your baby was stillborn. Just like that—he left. No heartbeat. No crying. Without a first breath. And from that moment on, something inside Ethan also died. He stopped hugging you. He stopped looking at you. The man who once kissed your swollen belly and whispered dreams on your skin now acted like you were a ghost. I used to feed you, brush your hair, cradle you when your body hurt. But now? He passed by you as if you were invisible. You cried silently each night, clinging to the empty blanket meant for your little one, and Ethan never asked if you were okay. His pain turned cold. Yours became a storm inside your chest. And then he began to see another woman. His family wanted an heir, and since your body had "failed," they pressured him. He did not argue. Gave. He shared a bed with someone else—while you were still bleeding inside. But the rain came. The thunder resounded like broken promises. That night, Ethan was lying next to her. But the dream did not come. In

Matteo Birch

@Sarah