Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 468: Chapter 468
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The afternoon sunlight streamed through the grand floor-to-ceiling windows of the banquet hall, casting patches of golden light, yet it failed to dispel the cold darkness lingering in my heart.
Alex's gaze carried an icy sorrow, like an invisible net that trapped me. Amidst the lively chatter, I felt as if I were submerged in a silent abyss. I was in a dilemma, and my heart was filled with an unspeakable struggle and helplessness.
Memories I dared not recall surged like a tidal wave, drowning me completely.
It was as if I had returned to that nightmarish moment. When I was caught off guard and forcefully pushed from behind, my body tumbled uncontrollably down the stairs.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze. The world around me faded away, leaving only my terrified scream and the dull thuds of my body colliding with the steps. In a daze, I instinctively clutched my abdomen.
I used every ounce of strength to force my eyes open, desperate to see what was happening around me. But my eyelids were heavy. No matter how hard I tried, I could not break free from the suffocating darkness.
Amidst the haze, I heard sharp, piercing laughter. It was like the voice of a demon from the depths of hell. A chilling dread spread through my body, freezing my blood in its wake.
I clenched my teeth, my throat trembling with suppressed whimpers, struggling desperately within this nightmare-like abyss.
I had no idea how much time had passed before I finally awoke from the darkness. The first thing I saw was a stark white ceiling, and the pungent scent of disinfectant filled the air.
The doctor's heavy voice was like a sharp blade that stabbed straight into my heart. "The baby... could not be saved."
At that moment, my entire world crumbled. A searing pain, as if a piece of my soul had been torn away, consumed me, but not a single tear fell.
I realized then that in the face of true grief, pain could be so overwhelming that even crying became impossible.
No matter how much sorrow or despair I felt, the tiny life that had accompanied me for three months was gone forever.
So, I held back my tears, forced a calm expression onto my face, and used cold indifference to mask the anguish inside.
Perhaps, in some unseen way, the child had sensed they were never truly wanted, and that was why they chose to leave without hesitation.
For the longest time, I stubbornly believed that Alex had no regard for our unborn child and that he resented their existence.
But just now, his sorrowful gaze and heartfelt words were like a bomb detonating within me, sending shockwaves through my heart.
It turned out he never hated the child. He was simply afraid he wouldn't be a good father. That fear had driven him to retreat, to avoid facing the reality of our unborn child.
Realizing this, a sudden, sharp pain gripped my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My throat tightened as if something were lodged there, rendering me speechless.
I kept asking myself. Should I blame my paranoia and misunderstanding, or should I resent him for not explaining sooner, for letting me suffer alone in pain and despair for so long?
But none of it mattered anymore. It was too late. The child had already left us forever. The weight of regret was a brand that had burned itself deep into my soul, leaving scars that would never fade.
Alex apologized once again. His voice was hoarse, filled with endless remorse and guilt. "I'm sorry. I wasn't ready. I failed to protect you and our child..."
I lifted my gaze to meet his. He was the one who had once made my heart race, the one I had loved so deeply, now stood before me looking utterly exhausted and broken.
I sighed softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't your fault. The only mistake... was the timing of his arrival."
I didn't want him to notice the turmoil and deep sorrow within me, so I quickly made an excuse and left his side, heading toward the restroom.
In the bathroom, I looked at my pale, empty-eyed self in the mirror, and tears blurred my eyes again. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm myself and gather my muddled thoughts.
When I felt I was strong enough to face this world again, I slowly walked out of the washroom. But the moment I reached the entrance of the banquet hall, I was stopped by Kailyn.
She was dressed in an elegant evening gown, her makeup flawless, yet her face carried an air of arrogance as if she were standing high above me.
She stood before me, her sharp eyes fixed on mine, filled with disdain and hostility. She absently rubbed a small wound that had been cut by the white glass blade and frowned.
After a long silence, she said coldly, "You're indeed a slut. All you know is how to lure men."
I felt a wave of irritation rise in me. Too exhausted to engage with her, I turned to leave. But Kailyn wasn't about to let me go so easily. She grabbed my arm forcefully, yanking me back.
Her grip was tight, her nails digging into my skin, sending a sharp pain through my arm. Her eyes burned with resentment as she said, "Laurel, if Alex saw you with another man, do you think he'd tolerate you? Would your father still call you his daughter?"
I stiffened, a flicker of anger igniting within me. I knew Kailyn and Melody had always found ways to target me, trying everything in their power to drive me out of the Parks family.
But I had always carried myself with dignity, lived righteously, and fought my own battles in this complicated world without relying on anyone.
Taking a deep breath, I forced down the fury rising in my chest, then shook off her hand and said icily, "Kailyn, don't you dare slander me. If you have proof, show it. Otherwise, stop spewing nonsense."
Seeing my unwavering stance, Kailyn didn't back down. Instead, she became even more aggressive. Crossing her arms, she smirked mockingly and said, "Proof? Do you think I don't have any? Do you believe I don't know about you and Marvin?
"Do you think playing the victim and acting all pure can fool Alex? You're nothing but a pathetic little lapdog following him around, dreaming of becoming something more."
My anger finally broke free. I stepped forward and looked into her eyes. I said word by word, "Kailyn, I'm warning you, don't go too far.
"There is nothing improper between Marvin and me. If you dare to spread false accusations again, I will not let this go."
Kailyn was shocked by my imposing manner and subconsciously took a step back.
But she quickly recovered, plastering a smug smile as she scoffed. "You think you can intimidate me? Let me tell you something, Laurel. You'd better know your place. Leave Alex. Leave the Parks family. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
Alex's gaze carried an icy sorrow, like an invisible net that trapped me. Amidst the lively chatter, I felt as if I were submerged in a silent abyss. I was in a dilemma, and my heart was filled with an unspeakable struggle and helplessness.
Memories I dared not recall surged like a tidal wave, drowning me completely.
It was as if I had returned to that nightmarish moment. When I was caught off guard and forcefully pushed from behind, my body tumbled uncontrollably down the stairs.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze. The world around me faded away, leaving only my terrified scream and the dull thuds of my body colliding with the steps. In a daze, I instinctively clutched my abdomen.
I used every ounce of strength to force my eyes open, desperate to see what was happening around me. But my eyelids were heavy. No matter how hard I tried, I could not break free from the suffocating darkness.
Amidst the haze, I heard sharp, piercing laughter. It was like the voice of a demon from the depths of hell. A chilling dread spread through my body, freezing my blood in its wake.
I clenched my teeth, my throat trembling with suppressed whimpers, struggling desperately within this nightmare-like abyss.
I had no idea how much time had passed before I finally awoke from the darkness. The first thing I saw was a stark white ceiling, and the pungent scent of disinfectant filled the air.
The doctor's heavy voice was like a sharp blade that stabbed straight into my heart. "The baby... could not be saved."
At that moment, my entire world crumbled. A searing pain, as if a piece of my soul had been torn away, consumed me, but not a single tear fell.
I realized then that in the face of true grief, pain could be so overwhelming that even crying became impossible.
No matter how much sorrow or despair I felt, the tiny life that had accompanied me for three months was gone forever.
So, I held back my tears, forced a calm expression onto my face, and used cold indifference to mask the anguish inside.
Perhaps, in some unseen way, the child had sensed they were never truly wanted, and that was why they chose to leave without hesitation.
For the longest time, I stubbornly believed that Alex had no regard for our unborn child and that he resented their existence.
But just now, his sorrowful gaze and heartfelt words were like a bomb detonating within me, sending shockwaves through my heart.
It turned out he never hated the child. He was simply afraid he wouldn't be a good father. That fear had driven him to retreat, to avoid facing the reality of our unborn child.
Realizing this, a sudden, sharp pain gripped my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My throat tightened as if something were lodged there, rendering me speechless.
I kept asking myself. Should I blame my paranoia and misunderstanding, or should I resent him for not explaining sooner, for letting me suffer alone in pain and despair for so long?
But none of it mattered anymore. It was too late. The child had already left us forever. The weight of regret was a brand that had burned itself deep into my soul, leaving scars that would never fade.
Alex apologized once again. His voice was hoarse, filled with endless remorse and guilt. "I'm sorry. I wasn't ready. I failed to protect you and our child..."
I lifted my gaze to meet his. He was the one who had once made my heart race, the one I had loved so deeply, now stood before me looking utterly exhausted and broken.
I sighed softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't your fault. The only mistake... was the timing of his arrival."
I didn't want him to notice the turmoil and deep sorrow within me, so I quickly made an excuse and left his side, heading toward the restroom.
In the bathroom, I looked at my pale, empty-eyed self in the mirror, and tears blurred my eyes again. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm myself and gather my muddled thoughts.
When I felt I was strong enough to face this world again, I slowly walked out of the washroom. But the moment I reached the entrance of the banquet hall, I was stopped by Kailyn.
She was dressed in an elegant evening gown, her makeup flawless, yet her face carried an air of arrogance as if she were standing high above me.
She stood before me, her sharp eyes fixed on mine, filled with disdain and hostility. She absently rubbed a small wound that had been cut by the white glass blade and frowned.
After a long silence, she said coldly, "You're indeed a slut. All you know is how to lure men."
I felt a wave of irritation rise in me. Too exhausted to engage with her, I turned to leave. But Kailyn wasn't about to let me go so easily. She grabbed my arm forcefully, yanking me back.
Her grip was tight, her nails digging into my skin, sending a sharp pain through my arm. Her eyes burned with resentment as she said, "Laurel, if Alex saw you with another man, do you think he'd tolerate you? Would your father still call you his daughter?"
I stiffened, a flicker of anger igniting within me. I knew Kailyn and Melody had always found ways to target me, trying everything in their power to drive me out of the Parks family.
But I had always carried myself with dignity, lived righteously, and fought my own battles in this complicated world without relying on anyone.
Taking a deep breath, I forced down the fury rising in my chest, then shook off her hand and said icily, "Kailyn, don't you dare slander me. If you have proof, show it. Otherwise, stop spewing nonsense."
Seeing my unwavering stance, Kailyn didn't back down. Instead, she became even more aggressive. Crossing her arms, she smirked mockingly and said, "Proof? Do you think I don't have any? Do you believe I don't know about you and Marvin?
"Do you think playing the victim and acting all pure can fool Alex? You're nothing but a pathetic little lapdog following him around, dreaming of becoming something more."
My anger finally broke free. I stepped forward and looked into her eyes. I said word by word, "Kailyn, I'm warning you, don't go too far.
"There is nothing improper between Marvin and me. If you dare to spread false accusations again, I will not let this go."
Kailyn was shocked by my imposing manner and subconsciously took a step back.
But she quickly recovered, plastering a smug smile as she scoffed. "You think you can intimidate me? Let me tell you something, Laurel. You'd better know your place. Leave Alex. Leave the Parks family. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
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