Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
"I can give him everything—-"
"I want Theo to have a mother, Garion, and I want you to find and marry a woman you love. Someone who'll love you the way I couldn't—-"
Garion jerked to his feet. "This conversation is over—-" He turned his back, but his wife managed to reach for his hand before he could walk away.
"Please, Garion."
The frailness of her voice nearly killed him.
Fuck.
Garion turned to his wife, and the tears in her eyes had him breathing hard.
Wendy had always prided herself for being strong and independent.
Someone who never begged or cried.
But now she was doing both.
"Theo is just three now," she whispered. "His memories of me will eventually fade, and the day will come when he'll want to have a mother like other kids do. When that day come, I want you to promise me you'll do everything you can to give him that. And the woman you choose—-"
A spark of jealousy made her voice break, but Wendy chastised herself for being so selfish. The only reason she had married her childhood friend was because she had been lonely. But now that she was about to leave him and Theo in this world...
Garion had his arms around his wife the moment he saw her tears start to fall.
"Stop forcing yourself to talk about this," he said roughly. "You're the only woman for Theo and me, and that will never change."
Wendy knew her husband meant every word, but this only made her sob harder because she also knew it wasn't something she deserved.
She had promised Garion that she would take a leave from work if she were to fall pregnant, but it had only taken her a few months to break her word. She had then promised Garion that she would cut back on work to care for Theo, but she hadn't been able to keep her word on that either.
Garion had never asked her to make such promises, and he had always forgiven her every time she ended up choosing her career over family.
The only time Garion had put his foot down was when he had learned she planned to cover a viral outbreak in East Asia, but Wendy had still insisted on having her way. She had hopped on a flight without telling him. Had ended up with a story that had her winning a Pulitzer...but her triumph was short-lived, for Wendy also ended up getting infected with the very same virus she had written about.
Her world had turned upside down since then, and the virus had decimated her immune system so effectively that she was suddenly diagnosed of terminal lung cancer, and what was supposed to be a long and healthy life was suddenly shortened to mere days.
Death was her price for being so self-centered, and while the thought sometimes made her want to rage and scream—-
She only had to think about her boys, and sanity would thankfully return. She needed to make sure that her boys would be fine, even when she was gone.
This was her last chance to do something for them, and that was why—-
Wendy slowly pulled away from her husband, and the pain etched on the sculpted lines of his gorgeous face broke her heart.
"I'm sorry, Garion," she choked out. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the wife that you deserve—-"
Another bout of heavy coughing forced Wendy to stop speaking, and the sound had Garion clenching his fists. Take me instead, God. Just fucking take me instead of her.
Tears clogged her throat when she saw the torment on her husband's face. "I'm sorry, Garion." She forced herself to take a jerky little pause, just to make sure she could get the rest of her words out. "I wish I can make it up to you. But I can't."
"Let's not talk about this—-"
"And that's why I believe...somewhere in this world...there's another woman...who's perfect for you and Theo—-"
"You are the only woman I will ever love," Garion grated out. "I will never want another woman—-"
"And I believe you."
Wendy's words threw her husband off, and his gaze turned wary.
"You're as stubborn as I am," she whispered with a teary smile. "So I know...if you choose to put your mind to it...your heart will remain closed."
"Because that's how it fucking should be," her husband said fiercely.
"Can you just promise me...this other thing at least?" She reached for his hand, and his fingers clasped hers in a grip so tight, it was as if he was determined not to let even Death take her away. "Just try please...to find a woman...who can be a better mother—-"
Wendy shook her head when her husband started to speak.
"I'm a lousy parent...and everyone knows it."
"You're still his mother—-"
Wendy shook her head again, but doing so this time consumed nearly all of her energy. "Please...no more...arguing."
The tiredness in his wife's voice shook him, and Garion couldn't remember the last time he felt this fucking helpless. Why did she have to die so fucking early? Why, dammit?