Ezra recalled Shermaine’s words and, without hesitation, rushed to open the gift box.
This was a present Shermaine had carefully prepared for him.
It was also evidence of her love for him.
If she truly loved him, how could she ever bring herself to leave him even though she found out about his infidelity?
Ezra kept reassuring himself, but when he finally saw what was inside the box, he froze completely.
In that moment, the color drained from his face, and he stood frozen, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the papers.
It felt as though a massive hand had clenched around his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
His mind went blank, and all he could hear was a dull buzzing in his ears.
Ezra’s large body swayed, and he could no longer bear the weight of the moment. He collapsed to his knees, his fists clenched as
he pounded the ground again and again, letting out a guttural, anguished growl, like a trapped animal with no hope.
As he moved, everything in the gift box tumbled out: Shermaine’s miscarriage diagnosis report, the divorce papers he had already signed, and various intimate photos of him and Melanie.
The diagnosis was clear, detailing how long she had been pregnant and the reasons for the miscarriage.
It was only then that Ezra realized, in his desperation, that the child he and Shermaine had longed for all these years had been
lost, not by fate, but by his own hand.
