I walked as fast as I could, my legs trembling with anger and hurt. Harris chased after me, calling out my name.

"Darcy, wait! Please listen to me!"

But I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to hear his excuses or his justifications. I just wanted to get away from him.

I finally reached my ward’s entrance and burst through the doors, gasping for air. Harris followed close behind. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Darcy, please," he said in a hoarse voice. "Just listen to me." He requested with a pair of pleading eyes.

I brushed his hands off my arms. My eyes were burning in anger as I asked in cold voice,"What do you have to say, Harris? That you're sorry? That it was all a mistake?"

Harris hesitated for a moment before saying,"Darcy, I...I can explain..."

But I cut him off. I asked in a loud voice,"Explain? You want to explain? You left me alone in labor to go to your ex's side. You held her baby in your arms and smiled at her like you were still in love. What is there to explain?"

Harris was taken aback by my outburst, but he quickly regained his composure as he said in a low voice, "Darcy, I swear, it's not what you think. Cindy and I, we...we have a history, yes. But I'm committed to you, Darcy. I love you."

I laughed bitterly as I asked in a sarcastic voice, "You love me?"

"If you do, then you really have a funny way of showing it." I added.

Harris took a step closer to me, his eyes burning with intensity as he begged,"Darcy, please. Just listen to me. I'll do anything to make it right."

But I shook my head in refusal.

"It's too late, Harris," I said. My voice was cold and detached as I added,"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see you. I just want you to leave me alone."

Harris's face fell, and he looked at me with a mixture of sadness and regret. But I didn't care. I just turned and walked inside my ward, he still chased after me. As he walked inside, his gaze fell on the empty criddle. His face turned dark as he asked in horrific voice, “Where is our baby?”

His words cut deep through my heart. I couldn't help laughing. I laughed ironically before asking, “Our baby? What do you think would have come of it after you left me alone in that situation?”

Harris’s face turned pale as he asked desperately, “What do you mean, Darcy? Where is the baby?”

“The baby is gone!” I replied without showing any emotion.

“Darcy…” He called my name before pulling me in his embrace, saying gently, “It's okay! We will have another.”

My knuckles were tightened on his words. I was enraged on his facade, but I remained calm and said nothing. He broke our hug after listening to the Nurse’s voice. The Nurse rushed in, saying, “Mr. Salvador, your wife is feeling dizzy and can't take care of baby. The baby is crying continuously. Can you please go and help her?”

“What? What happened to Cindy?” He blurted out. He subconsciously took a few steps forward, rushing to see Cindy, then came to abrupt halt after realizing how Nurse mentioned Cindy. He looked up at me, his eyes showing guilt and concern at the same time. He wanted to say something, maybe explain why they addressed Cindy as his wife. But, he was more worried about their safety than my feelings and immediately left without any word.

However, I didn't need him to explain anything to me. He took Cindy to the hospital, stayed with her the whole night and helped her during contractions. It was obvious that the staff would take them as couple. Seeing me lost in my thoughts, the Nurse commented, “See, how worried this man is for his wife. But, where is your husband? Shouldn't he be here, with you?”

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry on her words. The person she was praising was also the person she was cursing. Just then another Nurse who attended my surgery walked in, holding a baby boy in her hands. She announced in excitement, “Congratulations, your baby is out of NICU. He is okay now.”

Yes, I gave birth to a baby boy. But, he had drunk dirty water before birth and had jaundice. So, he had to be admitted to the NICU. I had only mentioned that the baby was gone for treatment but Harris assumed he was gone forever. But now seeing him so concerned about his Ex’s child to not even bother asking about his child’s body if he assumed him dead, I thought it was good that he thought that way.

Just then a man came out of the Hospital’s curtains. He looked up at me with questioning eyes before asking, “So, what have you decided then?”

“I’m going to divorce him.” I said flatly.

As soon as the words left my lips, the man nodded in understanding. "I'll start preparing the papers," he said. "But are you sure you're ready for this, Darcy? Divorce can be a complicated and messy process."

I took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "I'm positive," I said. "I deserve better than a man who would abandon me in my time of need and prioritize his ex's feelings over mine."

The man nodded again and turned to leave, but not before saying, "I'll be in touch soon. And Darcy?"

"Yes?"

"Be prepared for a fight. Harris Salvador is not a man who gives up easily."

I watched him leave, feeling relieved that despite being disconnected with my family for three years because of Harris, my brother still came to support me with one phone call. Now, I was ready for whatever lay ahead, as long as it meant I could move on from Harris and start a new chapter in my life.

Just then, the nurse who had brought my baby boy over handed him to me, saying, "Here, mom. Time for some bonding."

I took my baby in my arms, feeling a wave of love and protectiveness wash over me. I looked down at him, and he gazed back up at me with big, round eyes.

"What am I going to do with you, little one?" I whispered, smiling.

As I rocked my baby back and forth, I couldn't help but think about Harris and how he had missed out on this moment. He had missed out on the chance to hold his own son in his arms, to look into his eyes and feel that overwhelming sense of love and responsibility.

And in that moment, I knew that I had made the right decision. I deserved better than a man who would so callously abandon his own family. My baby and I deserved better.

As I sat there, holding my baby close, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that the road ahead would be tough, but I was ready. I was ready to move on, to start anew, and to give my baby the life he deserved.

And as for Harris? He could stay in his past, with his ex and his guilt. I was moving forward, and I was taking my baby with me.

As my brother, Liam, said, he came back in an hour with the paperwork for my divorce. My baby needed some extra care that the current hospital could not provide. So, Liam asked me to hurry up. I signed the papers and handed the file to the nurse attending Cindy to pass it to Harris. After that, we left the Hospital with my baby.

My baby was further admitted for ten days while my brother helped me in the postpartum period. When I was getting discharged from the hospital, I was struck in my way. My brother noticed that I was not following him and turned to look up at me as he asked, “Why did you stop?”

“Where will I go?” I suddenly asked a question I didn't raise before. I had cut connection with my family three years ago when I ran off with Harris and blocked everyone. I was now a divorcee with a little baby in my hands and had no job. Where could I go in such a situation?

But, Liam laughed at me. He came up to me and hugged me, saying, “Are you crazy? Your family is with you. I have already booked the flight ticket for us and told Mom about your arrival. She is desperately waiting for your arrival. Don't let her wait anymore. Come, let’s go.”

***

After I sat in the flight, I fed my baby and got him to sleep. Only after that I got time to switch on my phone. As soon as my phone got connected to the internet, it started buzzing with several notifications. Each one of them covering the news of the young business tycoon Harris Salvador becoming a new father. The headlines read as follows.

“The famous Harris Salvador is seen coming out with a baby girl in his hand. There was also a woman by his side. Is she his wife?”

“Congratulations to Harris Salvador for becoming a father of a baby girl. In his recent interview he shared the news of soon to be a father. It seems like his wife has finally delivered the baby.”

“Look how happy our new father, Harris Salvador, is looking with his family. It’s really adorable.”

All the headlines carried a picture of Harris coming out of the hospital, along with Cindy. He had carried Cindy's daughter in his laps and was supporting Cindy in walking. After staring at it for a while, I realized the news was not exaggerated.

I chose the most engaged post and wrote a comment from my official account. “They are indeed looking adorable to watch. It would look more adorable only if the woman he was supporting was his wife, not his mistress and the girl he was carrying was his daughter, not his mistress’s ex’s.”

Soon my phone began flickering with several responses, my comment getting many reactions and replies.

I smiled ironically before I turned off the internet. I didn't want to spoil my mood because of the media showing what Harris was doing with his mistress and her daughter, then I blocked Harris from my contact and switched off the phone.