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Chapter #3 – Heartbreak
Previously on "Stephanie's Heart"...
Life is cruel:
I had a doctor's appointment the very next day.
Travis and I had three days off, and he was to fly out that Wednesday, but his flight got delayed, and still wasn't at our hotel.
I called Travis' cell and told him to meet me at the hospital instead of the hotel.
He never came.
The pain was unbearable.
The doctors asked for an emergency contact, and Travis was it. I didn't want anyone else worried about me, even though Uncle Jesse was in charge of my tour.
They kept trying Travis, but got nothing.
Upon figuring out what was wrong, and when they told me I demanded they save the baby. They said it was way too soon, and the baby wouldn't survive in the outside world.
They asked if they could do what they had to to save me.
I gave them permission, and some days I wish I hadn't.
Other days, I wish they had time to tell me what they were going to do in order to save me before I passed out, and before I was to bleed out.
Upon waking up hours later from the anesthesia, I was told that because the miscarriage was so severe, in order to save my life, the doctors had to perform a full hysterectomy.
I will never be able to give either of my sisters the joy, privilege, and honor of being an aunt; like I am now.
It was Friday when I was released. I took a taxi to the hotel. Travis and I were to depart from England (different flights) that Saturday. I didn't want to leave period, except maybe to go home to San Francisco.
The last 40 something hours felt so unreal, one big nightmare.
I quietly entered, and saw two legal folders with documents on the table. One had my name on it, but I ignored it for the time being, because I heard sounds coming from the master bedroom.
I squeezed my eyes shut praying this was all in my head.
Opening the doors to the master suite, I caught Travis and some floosy. From her lack of clothing on the floor, she may have been an adult dancer…
And reality continued to come crashing down.
Travis sat straight up in surprise, my name dying on his lips, as he started to look like a fish at every attempt to speak.
I glared, and willed myself not to cry in front of them.
"Who is this?" I asked, my voice thick.
"The name's Missy. Who are you?" She asked snottily.
"Stephanie. Travis' wife." I replied, showing my ring.
"I thought we were married?" Missy questioned.
"Soon babe, soon. Steph, there are some papers on the table, so if you wouldn't mind signing them…
"And I need to talk to you, immediately – This...incident not yet withstanding."
"He can talk to you tomorrow…" Missy said.
"Now Travis!" I demanded, turning on my heel and making my way into the other room.
He appeared about a minute later in a pair of boxers.
"I should slap you among other things…Was this where you were while I was desperate to contact you for the past 40 hours?!"
"What are you talking about?" Travis asked dumbfounded.
"Check your phone!"
"My phone was off, I was – " I made the motion as if to slap him, but stopped short of his face and retracted.
"Why wasn't it on?"
"Because I thought you'd be here."
"And when I wasn't, you didn't bother or think to try to call me. Or, I'm sorry, did you get distracted?!"
Travis remained silent, but had a guilty look on his face.
"So….Aside from, well this, what did you need to talk about?" Travis asked cautiously.
I didn't want to, but I needed comfort.
I needed his comfort.
And considering what I just walked in on, I hated that fact.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face in his shoulder, and just cried.
He gently wrapped his arms around me, almost cautiously.
It felt good, but was now different.
"What's wrong?" I heard concern in his voice, and chose to believe it – even though I didn't want to. I was rocked to the core, and didn't know how to cope.
"I had a doctor's appointment today. But I never made it there….I haven't been feeling well for some time, and my shceudle finally chilled out enough to where I could go to one of my trusted doctors."
He looked at me in concern, patiently waiting for me to continue. That was a quality in Travis I loved, and I suppose would always love.
"Something went wrong yesterday. I was in the store, buying candles when I had this shooting pain in my stomach. I, I didn't know what it was, and thought it would have been my appendi."
I tried to control my tears, my sobs, and my sobs being caught in my throat.
I took a few deep breaths.
"We, we were pregnant Travis. We were going to have a baby." I cried, still, and rested my head on his shoulder again.
"Were? You lost the baby?"
"Yes…And because of it, because it was so severe, in order to save me, they had to take everything out…I can't have kids anymore…" I held him tighter.
I felt his body slump. "I'm sorry." He whispered soothingly.
I started to relax, thinking this nightmare was finally going to be over.
But it wasn't over yet.
"Was it even mine?"
I shoved him backwards, hard.
"What is that supposed to mean?! Of ourse it's yours! The baby wasn't even two months, and if you do the math, that was the last time we were together!" I was completely shocked and crushed by his words.
"Sorry, Steph. If it was mine, then I will always honor – "
"I never cheated on you, EVER! Unlike what you're doing to me tonight."
"Look, I love you okay. But I'm not in love with you anymore. Please, just sign these." Travis said, as he grabbed the packet of papers with my name on it.
I took the papers, and glanced at him, as if ot ask "what is this?"
"I want a divorce."
"No." I said quietly.
My world was already rocked and shattered, and now it's getting even smaller.
"I'm sorry Stephanie. We're over."
"Wait, wait! When were you going to tell me this? What if the baby had survived? Have you been cheating on me since we got married?...Since before!?"
"I tried to be faithful to you, but couldn't. I've cheated on you many times, with many women…Before we got married. And started cheating again a few moths after we were married. I'm sorry. My heart was never in it, and I should have been honest with you. You deserve better." He said.
"We both do." He added.
"Both do?!" I questioned.
If I weren't starting straight at him, I would have missed his glance towards the bedroom.
I took the divorce papers out from the envelope and signed them as I cried.
I gathered my suitcase (which I never had the chance to unpack, and didn't really want to when I got in Wednesday), and stormed out.
I changed hotels, and said because of illness I would have to cancel the following week of my tour.
I just wanted to be alone.
Travis wasn't worth it, nor was he worth slapping.
Yet he was worth everything to me, even if I wasn't to him.
I'm not one to compare exes, but, oh how I thought of my 'wedding' to Harry Takayama when we were 8 years old.
How I wanted my baby.
How I wanted Harry to take care of me; love me like I know I deserved, and I know he truly would have...
I don't remember how long I lay in bed crying when my cell phone rang. (About two hours according to the clock).
It was my dad. He was calling about DJ's husband, Tommy.
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