(CHAPTER TEN) *Mary's POV * A knock came at the door, so I put down the bowl of porridge and headed to open it,who could be so early in the morning? I push the door open ,I pop my eyes out not believing what am seeing, Wilson and Mary holding hands, my eyes trails to Wilson's other hand, he's holding a big suitcase, "Babe what's going on?"I ask with tears streaming down my cheeks, Him:ohh I forget to tell you, Emily will be living with us now, Me:why? I mean she has her own home,and you're even holding hands, Emily what's going on? She looks at her phone completely ignoring me. "Are you going to stand on the door the whole day?"he asks pushing me aside, He takes Emily's hand leading her upstairs. I followed them upstairs, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. When I reached the bedroom, Wilson was unpacking Emily's suitcase, while she sat on the bed, still engrossed in her phone. "Wilson, what's going on?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "You can't just bring her here without discussing it with me first." Wilson looked up, a hint of annoyance on his face. "Discuss it with you? Mary, I've made up my mind. Emily is moving in, and that's final." I felt a pang of hurt and betrayal. "But why? What's going on between us? You can't just replace me with her." Wilson rolled his eyes. "Replace you? Don't be dramatic, Mary. Emily and I are just taking our relationship to the next level. You're still my wife, and I'll always care for you." I couldn't believe his nonchalance. "Care for me? You're bringing your mistress into our home, and you expect me to just accept it?" Emily finally looked up from her phone, a smirk on her face. "Oh, Mary, don't be so uptight. We're just trying to make things work." I felt like I'd been slapped. "Make things work? You're the one who's destroying our marriage, Wilson. Not me." Wilson sighed, his expression unyielding. "Enough, Mary. Emily is staying, and you need to accept it." I felt my world spinning, and before I knew it, my legs gave way beneath me. Everything went dark, and I fainted. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls. Wilson sat beside me, his face etched with worry. "Mary, I'm so sorry," he whispered, holding my hand. "I didn't mean for things to go this far." I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse. "What...what happened?" "You fainted, and I took you to the hospital," Wilson explained. "The doctor said you've been under a lot of stress, and...and you lost the baby." I felt a wave of grief wash over me. Our baby. I had been so excited to become a mother. Tears streamed down my face as I turned away from Wilson. The doctor entered the room, a sympathetic expression on her face. "Mrs. Wilson, I'm so sorry to inform you that your miscarriage was likely caused by the stress you've been under. It's essential to take care of yourself during this time." Wilson looked at me with a mix of guilt and sadness, but I couldn't bear to look at him. The pain of losing our baby, combined with the betrayal I felt, was overwhelming. *Wilson's POV * As I sat beside Mary's hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of resentment towards her. Her fragility and weakness only seemed to highlight her inability to understand me, to understand us. Emily, on the other hand, was strong, vibrant, and full of life. I looked at Mary, tears streaming down her face, and felt a pang of irritation. Why was she always so dramatic? Why couldn't she just be strong for once? I thought about Emily's calm and collected nature, and my heart swelled with love for her. The doctor's words about stress causing the miscarriage seemed like a convenient excuse for Mary's fragility. I knew I couldn't take much more of this. As I held Mary's hand, my mind wandered to Emily, and I couldn't wait to see her, to hold her, to be with her. In that moment, I knew my feelings for Mary were nothing more than obligation and guilt. My heart belonged to Emily, and I was determined to make our relationship work, no matter the cost. *Narrated* Wilson's expression hardened as he looked at Mary. "This is all your fault," he said, his voice cold and accusatory. "If you hadn't been so stressed out all the time, maybe this wouldn't have happened." Mary's eyes widened in shock, and tears streamed down her face. "How can you say that, Wilson?" she whispered. "I'm the one who's lost our baby." Wilson's face twisted in anger. "You're the one who's been causing all the problems in our marriage," he spat. "If you were more understanding, more supportive, maybe Emily wouldn't have had to move in." Mary's body shook with sobs, and Wilson felt a pang of guilt. But he pushed it aside, convincing himself that Mary was to blame for everything. "You need to take responsibility for your actions, Mary," Wilson said, his voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who's lost our baby, and you're the one who's driving me away." Wilson's words cut deep, and Mary's body shook with sobs. "You're blaming me for losing our baby?" she whispered, her voice trembling with pain and anger. Wilson's expression remained unyielding. "You were always so sensitive, so fragile. If you'd just learn to handle stress better, maybe..." Mary's eyes flashed with anger, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "You're the one who's been stressing me out, Wilson. You're the one who's been cheating on me, bringing your mistress into our home." Wilson's face twisted in disgust. "You're just trying to deflect blame. You're the one who's failed me, Mary. You're the one who's failed our marriage." The hospital room fell silent, the only sound Mary's anguished sobs. Wilson's words hung in the air, a toxic cloud of blame and resentment. Mary's sobs intensified, and she turned away from Wilson, unable to bear his presence. "Get out," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just leave me alone." Wilson's expression didn't soften. "Fine," he said, standing up. "I'll leave you to your pity party. But remember, Mary, you're the one who's lost everything. You're the one who's lost me." As Wilson turned to walk away, Mary found a surge of strength. "You're not lost, Wilson," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "You've never been mine to lose. You've always belonged to yourself, to your own selfish desires." Wilson's face reddened, and he spun around, his hand raised. For a moment, it seemed like he might strike her. But then he dropped his hand, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're nothing but a hysterical woman," he sneered. "No wonder I'm leaving you for someone who actually understands me." With that, Wilson turned and walked out of the hospital room, leaving Mary shattered and alone.