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My child. Our child. And she's making such a monumental decision without consulting me.
"Terminate? You can't do that. I won't allow it!"
She stands resolute, her eyes meeting mine with a determination that only intensifies my frustration and fury.
"This is my decision. I won't let this baby become a source of conflict between you and Ella."
I can feel the anger bubbling within me, and I won't let her make such a life-altering choice without considering the consequences.
"You can't just decide on your own. This is my child too, and I won't let you take that away from me."
"I wasn’t asking for your permission. This is my body, and I’ll damn well do what I want. That includes any decisions about terminating this pregnancy," she says, her voice strangely calm. She’s almost detached somehow.
"I won’t allow it, Chloe."
"You don’t have a choice. I don't want this to affect your relationship with Ella. It's not fair to her. She is my best friend and your daughter."
"Exactly, she is my daughter. She’s not my entire life. I have a life, Chloe, and Ella has hers, too." My frustration is nearing its peak, and I grit my teeth.
"Really? Does that life include sleeping with your daughter’s best friend and knocking her up?"
I try to reach for her, desperate to make her understand the gravity of the situation, but she steps away from me.
"Chloe, I love you. We can figure this out together. Please don't do this."
She shakes her head and says, "I’m sorry." The rejection stings badly.
"I thought you loved me. You said you did."
She only nods and smiles sadly. "I thought I did too, but not anymore. Goodbye, Jeremy."
I feel my heart crumbling as she turns away, leaving me standing there, grappling with a sense of powerlessness. The room seems to close in on me, and I watch as the woman I love walks away, taking with her the future I had envisioned.
After Chloe’s gone, the days drag on. Each moment is an agonizing reminder of the shattered pieces of what once was. Sleep eludes me, and work becomes an impossible task. I never thought I'd find myself in this position, consumed by heartbreak and a despair I never believed possible. Who had I become?
It's beena week since Chloe told me about her decision. I'm left navigating a world that suddenly feels foreign as if everything I knew has been ripped away. My Love is gone, and my daughterno longer speaks to me. The chasm between us is growing wider with each passing moment.
It's been hell living without seeing or touching Chloe, and it’s like I suddenly don’t know how to go on without her. Even the air feels different without her beside me. I miss everything about her. Her smile, the sound of her laughter. The way she snuggled into me. The way she makes me come alive. Her energy and cheerfulness. She gave purpose to my life when I thought it meaningless.
She agreed to meet in a coffee shop today - she said in public was safer. As if I could actually ever hurt her - to discuss her final decision about the baby. Despite all reason, I hope she will keep it. I’ve attended thousands of meetings and done presentations that have fetched me billions, but none of them scared me like this. But the fact that she accepted to meet gives me more hope than I should allow myself to feel.
I walk into the bistro where we agreed to meet, and she is already seated, looking as beautiful as always. I slide into the seat opposite hers.
"Hi Chloe, how are you?" I ask. Great opening Jeremy. As if small talk could render justice to the gravity of the moment. Her eyes meet mine, a cold distance in her gaze.
"Jeremy, I've made up my mind. The appointment is set for tomorrow," she says, going straight to the point.
"Chloe, please reconsider. We can figure this out. I can't lose you and our child."
"I’m sorry, I’ve made up my mind. Ella wouldn’t even look at me. She hates me. I’m leaving, and I don’t want to carry a reminder of my mistakes."
Is that what we shared means to her? A mistake?
"You don't have to do this. We can find a way to make it work. I love you, Chloe," I press, as if telling her a hundred times might be enough to change her mind.
"Love isn’t enough. We both know this."
Her words cut deep, a painful acknowledgment of the rift between our desires and our harsh reality. I grasp at straws, desperate for a glimmer of hope.
