Boyfriend Let His Side Chick Ruin My Painting, Now He Regrets. novel Chapter 78

3 year later.

Life.

Such a simple word yet held the power to ruin the happiest of the souls. Life was never easy for her and just when she thought everything was going fine and now there would be just happiness.

Fate struck her with vicious force, snatching away her life, her happiness and even her soul out of her system. Attacking at the most sensitive and innocent spot of her being.

Giving so much pain and agony that times come and the things become unbearable to the lines of patience and then there's just pain, agony and sorrow residing so deep inside you that you can't even think of anything other than pain in all forms and ways.

Chloe was happy three years ago. She got everything in life. A loving husband. Healthy beautiful kids, a lovely family but just in a flash everything was snatched away from her right in front of her eyes. Even recalling that incident caused her heart to constrict painfully and goosebumps to appear all over her form.

She didn't just lose her life. She lost her baby boy.

Her baby Lucas.

His enemies took him away right in front of her eyes and she couldn't do anything about it.

The incident of that traumatizing night still haunts her every single night and every single second.

Her little baby was taken away from her and she was unable to save him.

Her heart ached so painfully that sometimes breathing felt like dying but only one thing kept her going. Her son Chase.

Most of the night she would just lay cold in her bed thinking why fate was being cruel to her as sleep would not come to her with ease.

It was 4 am.

Getting up from the bed she tied the knot of her nightgown and walked towards the room right beside her.

Her baby's room. Opening the door she finds her little happiness sleeping on the baby bed peacefully.

Chase was three and half years old. Lucas would be the same age now. Everytime she looked at Chase, the mirror image of Lucas pained her heart.

The fact that she didn't know if her baby was even alive or not was what drove her crazy each and every second.

The thoughts that haunts her were traumatizing; she wished for no mother to go through this pain and sorrow in their life, not even knowing if their baby was breathing or buried twelve feet under the ground.

Walking inside she sat beside him on the bed and caressed his dark black hair, same as Andrew's.

A sharp pain zipped through her heart but she steeled her emotions. She wasn't going to think about that man. Not now. Not ever.

Just because of him she has lost her one son and before she could lose the other one.