In a tiny little home, there was a woman named Lena and her man, Aaron. They had lived in a matrimonial state for five years, joking and planning.
Lena cut every possible expense by one penny. Secretly, she had put away £850 for her future maternity leave. She dreamed of having a baby one day and wanted to be ready.
Aaron didn’t know about it yet, because Lena wanted to surprise him when the time was right.
But one day, while cleaning, Aaron found the bank papers. His eyes widened. “What’s this?” he asked, holding the statement.
Lena’s heart skipped a beat. She explained it was her personal savings for when she had a baby. And the countenance of Aaron altered.
His sister, Mia, was pregnant, and she was short of money. You must hand her this,” Aaron said.
She is in more need of it than we are.” “No, Lena, no,” she said. “No, Aaron. This is in the family; this is in the baby.”
What Aaron did not know was that Lena was pregnant but waiting to disclose it to him. She had wished to make it special.
We began as a small argument and picked up greater and greater momentum, like a dozen storms gathering.
Aaron’s voice rose. “My sister is family too! You’re being selfish!” Lena felt tears well up. “This is my hard-earned money, for our child.”
But Aaron wouldn’t listen. He insisted, his face red with anger. Lena stood her ground, her hands protecting her belly without thinking.
The fight escalated, words flying like arrows. In a moment of rage, Aaron pushed her hard. Lena lost her balance, falling backward onto the floor.
Pain shot through her body. She cried out, clutching her stomach. Aaron’s eyes widened in shock. “Lena! I’m sorry!” But it was too late. She felt something was wrong inside.
Aaron sped to the hospital, being unable to calm his hands. Lena was in the back seat, sobbing her heart out as she prayed to God on behalf of the baby in her womb.
In the emergency room, physicians examined her in a hurry. Aaron walked around in agitation, with the marks of guilt all over.
A nurse came out with a sad face. I am sorry, but I have no words to fall back upon, or very little, sir; all I can say is that you are too good, but I wish I could think like you do.
I hope one day that you will always be as good to me as you have been formerly. I want that more than anything in the world, but I am not sure now; I want to think as you do.
It is just as well that I can’t do that, or it would be against the rules, and I am quite contented to think about this sort of thing, and I am quite contented that you have lost the child.”
Lena’s world collapsed. She wept, and her heart was shattered into bits. Even Aaron heard it and stood still. His face took on a pall, and his eyes filled.
“What have I done?” he whispered. No words could restore their child. Lena was filled with a sorrow-mingled rage. He had murdered their infant on money grounds.
The next couple of days were a haze of agony. It was four o’clock in the morning, and Lena lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling, her body mending, but, inside, still in pain.
Aaron apologized, bringing flowers and saying sorry so much. I didn’t mean it,’ he begged. Only Lena could not see him.
The child I’d dreamed about was gone, stolen away by his rage. “You begged for money, disagreed?” She went cold. “For your sister.
You murdered my child.” Aaron hung his head down, and tears were dropping. However, a significant decrease in Lena’s sadness occurred in many ways.
She couldn’t live with a man who made money above life. One night, she said, her voice steady through the tears, “I am leaving you.”
Aaron pleaded, but Lena’s mind was set. She hired a lawyer, fighting for what was fair.
In court, she told the whole story—the savings, the argument, the push, the lost baby.
The judge listened, her face serious. Aaron sat there, looking small and broken. The court ordered him to pay child support—wait, no, there was no child now, but Lena got half his property, the house they shared, and more.
It was her way to show him the pain of losing what you earned. “Now you know how it feels,” she said in court, her eyes locked on his.
Aaron lost his home, his reputation, everything. Friends whispered, and family distanced. He was left alone, regretting his fury.
Lena moved to a new place with the money she won. It wasn’t about greed; it was about justice. She wept in the nights when she never held the baby.
But she became stronger and saw her serenity in little details, like walks in her park, reading, and new beginnings.
Aaron wrote letters and wrote so full of sorrow, but she never answered. The emotions were not immediately washed away by the sadness of the life lost, anger at the betrayal, and hope of a better future.
Lena was taught that love is not supposed to hurt, and standing up brings a form of healing.
Eventually, her heart healed, and a scar was left to remind her of the strength that comes with pain.