“I'm sorry, Raegan. If I'd known, I would've never..."

Raegan cut him off, her voice icy, “I guess you must be happy our child is gone."

These words felt like venomous darts piercing Mitchel's heart, and his insides ached.

He wished she'd yell, even strike him.

That, he thought, would be less tormenting than her indifferent words.

The idea of wasting more time on Mitchel had never crossed Raegan's mind.

With her eyes closed, she declared, "Leave now. We'll discuss the divorce tomorrow."

Her voice was steady, but resolute.

Mitchel seized her hand, his face ashen and voice gruff.

"Raegan, I promise to trust you going forward. We can have another child someday.

As he mentioned the child, Raegan's hand flew to his face in a stinging slap.

Consumed by both fury and agony, she retorted, “Mitchel, you're unworthy! You have no right to speak of our child!"

Mitchel absorbed the blow, silently wishing she'd hit him again.

That way, there was a glimmer of hope.

With a raspy voice, he pleaded, “Raegan, I'm willing to do anything if it'll make things right."

Coldly, Raegan replied, “I've already said it. We're getting a divorce."

Mitchel instinctively resisted, "I won't allow a divorce."

Yet Raegan calmly stated, "You'll come around."

For she was resolved to do whatever it took to sever their ties.

Sensing Raegan's unyielding stance, a wave of panic washed over Mitchel.