Valeria wept bitterly. "Baby, I'm so sorry!"

Her cries tore at Rosalynn's heart.

"Please no more tears. You shouldn't be too grieved now; it's bad for your health."

But Valeria couldn't stop. Her sobs were wrenching.

Hutton's eyes filled with anguish as he slapped himself hard.

"I messed up, Valeria. It's all me! Please, don't cry. I'll take the blame."

The sharp sound of his self-punishment echoed.

Valeria yelled. "Get out! Now! I don't want to see you!"

Seeing her distress, Rosalynn urged, “Hutton, just leave.”

Hutton hesitated, then turned and left the room.

In the hospital room, Rosalynn sat beside Valeria, gently dabbing her tears with a tissue.

"Valeria, Hutton told me everything. He realizes he made a mistake,"

Rosalynn whispered.

Valeria, her eyes swollen from crying, looked away and said firmly, "I want a divorce."

The words hung heavily in the air.

Rosalynn attempted to reason with her. “Sweetie, please think twice. Divorce might be premature."

Valeria shook her head resolutely. “Rosalynn, there was never much love between Hutton and me. Our marriage was just a result of my pregnancy. Now that we've lost the baby, there's nothing left holding us together."

Rosalynn pressed her lips together, empathy etching her face. "I understand, Valeria. It was a whirlwind marriage, but I genuinely believe Hutton loves you.”

Valeria's voice cracked as she countered, “Love me? If he truly loved me, why would he leave me alone every time we argued, especially when I was pregnant? If he loved me, why would he end up being with another woman after a night out drinking?"

Being with another woman? This should be a misunderstanding.