Chapter 98 I Want A Miracle
Will’s P.O.V.
Iva is sleeping in my arms in our bedroom now. I’ve dressed the wound on her arm. The room that felt like a grave for the past week suddenly feels a bit alive again.
My Professor is back.
The thought should make me feel relieved. And it does… a little. But the echo of her words keeps repeating in my mind.
‘He killed our baby. Our baby.’
The child we had dreamed about for so long is gone. My chest tightens painfully.
For a moment, rage floods my veins again and my jaw clenches. I want to go back and burn that bastard alive. I want to hear the screams of his agony. I fucking want to make him suffer the same way he made my Professor suffer.
But I force myself to stay still. Because right now, revenge doesn’t matter.
Iva does.
I look down at her sleeping face. Her eyes are swollen from crying, her breathing uneven even in sleep. One of my arms is wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her against my chest.
And I don’t want to let go. Not even for a second. Right now, the only place I want to be is here, with her in my arms.
I don’t want to leave her side. Not for a minute. Not until I know she’s truly safe again.
The police are handling everything. They’ve already taken that bastard into custody. And while I stayed here with Iva, I made sure to get every piece of information about him.
His name is Daniel. He isn’t just some random psychopath. He’s connected to a criminal gang. That’s why he planned everything so carefully. Every step he took was calculated. Every move was meant to stay one step ahead of me.
And for a while… He was. But not anymore.
His game is over. The cops have already started finishing that gang completely. One by one, they’re taking them down, dismantling everything they built.
Soon there will be nothing left of them. Daniel included. Justice will come.
But right now…
I look down at the woman sleeping against my chest and gently brush a strand of hair away from her face.
Right now, the only thing that matters is her.
And I swear to myself that I will never let anyone hurt her again.
Then as I gently stroke her hair, staring at the ceiling, the last month replays in my mind like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. The blackmailing, I’m being forced to push her away, her leaving, her disappearance, and the fear of losing her forever.
And now… This.
My room doesn’t feel empty anymore. But the price we paid to get her back feels unbearable.
Still… I try to focus on the only thing that matters. She’s here. She’s alive. And she’s in my arms. I’m so grateful for that.
Suddenly her body jerks.
She wakes up with a gasp, sitting upright in the bed. Her breathing is fast and uneven, her skin damp with sweat.
“Iva.” Before she can even panic more, I pull her back against me from behind, wrapping my arms tightly around her.
“It’s okay.” I place a kiss on her hair.
Feeling her this close after an entire month… it heals a small piece of my shattered soul.
She doesn’t say anything. Neither do I.
After a moment, I gently pull her down with me until we’re lying on the bed again. I wrap my arms around her and hold her against my chest.
My hand moves slowly through her hair, stroking her back gently. There is complete silence.
Finally, she speaks weakly, “I was a fool, Will. I shouldn’t have left you, believing that stranger.” Her voice cracks. “Our baby would be alive if I had stayed with you.”
My heart cries with her, but I reassure her, “It’s not your fault, love. That bastard trapped us. You did what was right for you at that moment. Don’t blame yourself.”
She shakes slightly in my arms. “How can someone be so cruel, Will? I begged him so much… but he didn’t stop. It’s hurting me so much.”
The pain in her voice is killing me.
“Let it all out,” I whisper, kissing her hair again. “I’m here. You’ll feel better.”
That’s all it takes. She completely breaks down. Her body curls into mine as if she’s trying to hide inside my chest, her sobs shaking both of us.
God! It’s getting unbearable to see her like this.
“I couldn’t protect our baby, Will,” she cries hysterically. “I’m not a good mother.”
“Stop.” I gently pull back just enough to see her face.
I want her to let all her pain out, but I can’t bear to see her blaming herself.
Her cheeks are wet with tears. I wipe them away slowly with my thumb. “Don’t blame yourself. You survived something unimaginable. That takes strength… not guilt.”
She stares at me with hollow eyes. “I feel so empty.”
I nod. “I know.” My hand cups her face. “And I wish… God, I wish I could take this pain from you.” My voice lowers. “But until the day this stops hurting… You won’t be alone in it. Not for a second.”
She hiccups between her sobs, her trembling hand slowly moving down to her stomach. Her fingers rest there protectively, as if she’s still trying to shield the life that was taken from us. “I… I want a miracle, Will. I want God to give our baby back to us.” Her voice breaks completely at the end.
God… seeing her like this is a complete torture.
I pull her closer against me, one hand gently covering hers where it rests on her belly. My thumb strokes softly over her knuckles as if I’m trying to calm both of us. “It will happen.”
Right now, hope is the only thing I can give her.
“Our little one will come back to us,” I reassure her, kissing the side of her head. “Maybe not today… maybe not soon… but one day God will send our baby back.”
My voice is steady for her. But inside, my heart is breaking into pieces.
“You’re going to be an amazing mother. And when that day comes… We’ll protect our baby together.” I lean forward and place a tender kiss on her forehead.
It’s a silent promise. And deep inside my heart, another vow forms.
For every tear she cried… For every moment of pain that bastard gave her… I will make him pay.
But first, I will do whatever it takes to bring Iva out of this darkness.