Both of our moods were glum. Xavier was lost in his thoughts, his hands furiously ripping the boxes apart to restack our things. My hands went to my almost six month bump, caressing it.
“Baby.” I called out to him, but there was no response. It was as if he did not even hear me in this silent house.
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He chuckled humorlessly and tears sprang in my eyes. "I did not know what to do. I did not know whether you would come back or serve me a divorce like your brother did. So I kept waiting. And I did not intentionally keep your things or look after them. It's just that I was occupied with something else that I had no time to think about you." He stood up from the bed and walked out of the room and I closed my eyes letting my tears run free. Why did I do this to us? How do I set them right? The story and the plot belong to me while the pictures are from Pinterest. Read this story and you will not be disappointed.
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