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Affairs of the Heart
Chapter Twelve
A knock sounded on the door. Syaoran stared up from his papers as the person walked in.
"Hey, Xiao-Lang."
It was Chen. For a moment, he wondered why Chen was here, then he abruptly remembered about the plan they had come up with seven months ago, about chasing after Tsuchida's wife and catching her being with her lover.
Catching Sakura being with him. He had been her lover. He couldn't get over it. Sure, last week he finally admitted he still wanted her, but that doesn't mean he has gotten over his anger at her. She has a tie on him he couldn't cut, and that angered him most of all.
"Chen" he finally replied. "I haven't seen you around for months."
"I know you were Mrs. Tsuchida's lover."
Silence. Syaoran stared at him with a blank face. He can tell it had taken guts for Chen to say that, to admit he knew the truth. He could see it in his eyes.
"How?" He asked softly.
"At the party, six months ago. I overheard you and her arguing. I . . . I know you didn't know about her being married." He cleared his throat. "I haven't been around because I didn't know what to do about the plan. I mean, I still have the pictures, but I didn't want to talk to you because I felt I needed to give you time to heal, I guess. Plus, I knew that if I talk to you the first thing that would come out of my mouth is a question about the plan. I know it's probably a bust-"
"Send the pictures. Today, if you can."
Chen stared at him, at Syaoran's clear gaze. "Are you sure?"
Syaoran was never more sure in his life. This was the perfect punishment for both Tsuchida and his wife. Both were liars. Perhaps he was being unfair, perhaps he wanted those pictures sent out just so he can get some closure from the whole ordeal with Sakura, but he knew what he wanted, and he wanted them brought down. The Tsuchida's were lying cheats, and both deserved a whole lot of pain.
What better way than for Tsuchida to find out his wife is a whore? And for Sakura to lose her husband, he thought to himself with satisfaction. Maybe Sakura would lose her husband, and what a punishment that would be! Let her be as depressed as he was!
"Are you sure, Xiao-Lang? What if he divorces her-"
"So?" He raised an eyebrow. "Six months ago you hadn't been so caring, so worried about the consequences."
"Six months ago I hadn't known she was pregnant. Six months ago I hadn't known you were sleeping with her. Six months ago I hadn't realized that you would want me to send these pictures just so you could get back at her!"
"That's not what I'm-"
"Don't try to lie, Xiao-Lang. I know you are mad; I saw your eyes get cold while I was talking about her. I saw the satisfaction all over your face at the thought of that woman losing everything. Xiao-Lang, you want her to be miserable for lying to you."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"The fact that you are being a hypocrite!" Chen took a deep breathe as he tried to calm himself. "Xiao-Lang, don't you know what you are asking me to do? You are asking me to destroy a woman's life, even though you had done the same thing to her. Not to mention she's pregnant-"
"With Tsuchida's child."
Chen paused, and then peered at him. "That's what it's all about. You're jealous over the fact that she is carrying Tsuchida's baby."
"The hell I am. I could care less if Tsuchida's baby is in her."
"So you say, Xiao-Lang. But your actions belie your words. You are angry at her for getting pregnant by Tsuchida. You aren't angry for what she has done to you. You just can't stand the fact that she is carrying Tsuchida's baby."
"Look, I don't care who she got pregnant by-"
"Yes, you do. I can bet my reputation on it. You wouldn't be acting this way if she was going to have your baby." He paused as something occurred to him. "Isn't there a possibility that it could be yours?"
"It's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because I do."
"Yes, but how?"
"Because!" Syaoran got out of his chair and stalked over to the window, staring out at all the cars below. "It couldn't be mine. If it was, she would have told me."
"Are you sure?'
"Yes." He shut his eyes. "She may have lied to me about being married, but I know as much that she is too caring when it comes to kids." He remembered how she acted around her nephew and nieces, putting them first before her. "If there's honesty within her, that honesty would be drawn out over her baby. She would have told me."
Chen stared at his back, unsure of what to do. He had been so sure months ago about his plan. He had had no qualms about sending those pictures to Tsuchida.
Six months ago.
But everything changed during that party. Mrs. Tsuchida was pregnant. It was obvious with how big her stomach is. Now not only was a child's future at stake, but Syaoran had been involved with the woman. This has gotten personal for the powerful Li.
Too personal.
Syaoran loves her.
Chen couldn't believe it as the truth finally became obvious. Why else would Syaoran want to hurt Mrs. Tsuchida in the worse way possible? Syaoran felt betrayed and lied to, and that's hurting him inside because what caused him those feelings was the woman he loves. And to make things worse, the woman he loves is carrying another man's baby.
Damn, does Syaoran know what he is feeling? Does he know what's in his heart? Does he know that he has fallen in love with his own mistress?
His feelings must be trying to claw their way out, only to be pushed back by the anger he feels. Not to mention Syaoran has a wife at home. That must be hell to be in love with two women.
If he loves Lydia at all.
He has never spoke a word of it, but Chen has always felt that Syaoran wasn't really in love with Lydia. After all, they had only known each other for three days before they claimed that they had fallen in love. Chen always knew that was just too soon. Plus, he felt that Lydia manipulated him into marrying her two months after they met. But these were just his own feelings. He wasn't about to ruin Syaoran's happiness for a 'feeling'.
Getting back to the present, Chen wondered if he should tell Syaoran the feelings that were circling within the angered man. The love Syaoran feels for Mrs. Tsuchida was the only reason he was trying to punish her.
But Syaoran wouldn't believe him. He'll balk at the idea of being in love with that 'liar.'
But Chen knew he shouldn't punish her for lying to him, especially when he had done the same thing to her. It wasn't right. Why couldn't he see that?
"If I send those pictures" Chen said softly "that baby inside her could grow up without a father. I know that Blossom Petal closed. I saw the notice on the front door of the building. That's means she's being supported by Tsuchida. As much as I hate the bastard, I don't want to put the woman out on the street because of what he did."
"She deserves it."
"Damn it, Xiao-Lang! Why can't you see how wrong this is!"
"It's not!" he yelled. He glared at him. "Chen, you want to send those pictures. If you didn't you wouldn't have come here and wonder about the plan. You are just worried about a lying whore's future, who doesn't need your worries."
"Xiao-Lang-"
"Send those damn pictures, or I'll smear your name more than what it already is."
Syaoran knew that would hit Chen right in the heart. All he has left is a name. That's the only thing he cares for now.
At first Chen said nothing.
Then: "All right."
(Mai and Touya)
"How long will we be gone?" Mai asked.
"Not too long" Touya said as they packed their things.
Mai looked at Sakura, who sitting on the bed. "I don't think we should leave you here. Kiyo might do something-"
Sakura shook her head. "Don't worry about me. He can't hurt me so long as I have his baby. Besides, Haruko has been out of school for a long time. You need to settle the whole school issue before they kick him out. Actually, I'm surprised they haven't kicked him out already."
"Well, it's because when we came he was on vacation." Mai sighed. "We really should have thought about the whole school issue." She looked at her husband. "While we are there we should settle our job issues as well. My hospital has been calling. My bosses are not happy."
"Neither are mine."
Sakura frowned. "You guys had told me you would have no problems with your jobs when you told me you would stay here longer."
Touya paused in his packing to look at his little sister. "The truth is, short stuff, we had assumed we would stay here for just a month longer, or around that time frame. We thought you would leave Kiyo, especially when you found out you were pregnant. We hadn't thought you would stay with him."
Mai nodded in agreement. "Everyday we kept expecting you to leave him but instead you made no move to leave him."
Sakura sighed. "I know. Before I found out about my pregnancy I was planning on leaving Kiyo. But this baby is important to me. I don't want to leave Kiyo only for him to find me and punish my baby just for my mistake. Besides, he hasn't touched me since I told him about the baby." She didn't tell them that she was also scared for herself, and didn't want to leave Kiyo if that only meant him hurting her as well as her baby.
"But he is still controlling you. He made you close Blossom Petal."
"Look, I know you guys are worried about me, but I'll be fine."
Touya sighed in frustration. "Sakura, I really think you should come with us."
"No, Touya. I'm not running away."
"But what about your baby?"
"My baby will be fine. Kiyo will never hurt his own child."
Sakura had never told them about the possibility of the child being Syaoran's. She had told no one. And she wasn't going to. "Besides, I have Kari."
Sakura had, ultimately, forgiven Kari for what she did because she knew Kari was doing it because she loves her. There was nothing wrong with that. They had been best friends since childhood, and all Kari wants is her happiness.
She looked at her brother straight in the eye, telling him without words he can no longer tell her what to do. He has to go to Canada, and she wasn't going with them.
"You are too stubborn, Sakura" he said softly. "If it wasn't for my son, I would stay here and protect you."
"I know."
She got off the bed, struggling slightly but succeeding with the help of Mai. "I have to go home. I've been here long enough, and you two have a flight to catch. Haruko! Twins!"
Haruko ran in to the room, followed by the twin girls. Touya and Mai each took hold of a twin while Haruko climbed on the bed so he could be eye-to-eye with his aunt. Everyday he was getting more and more like his father, with a big temper and the assumed role of protecting his younger siblings. The youngster also had the talent of solving puzzles rather quickly; although he was young, he was able to tell you who the killer was before the book ends if you were to read him a mystery book. In Sakura's eye, he would be an excellent cop.
"You be good, okay?"
"Why aren't you coming with us?" he asked, curious as to why they were leaving without her. His father had said that she would be coming with them.
"Because. This is my home. Besides, you'll be coming back."
She hugged her nephew and then went over to the twins. "Good-bye, girls."
"Bye-bye auntie?" they asked at the same time, and she giggled. She absolutely loved it when they talked at the same time, because it was so adorable, considering they were twins. Aneko was the oldest by two minutes, and she already showed signs of being the open one. She loved being held by everyone, and she loved being the center of attention.
Amarante was the quiet one, with wanting only certain people to hold her. If she's held by a stranger, she cries unless her mother or father is near. And she preferred to play by herself or with people she knows.
But when they are together, it seems that some of Aneko's confidence rubs off on Amarante because they end up causing havoc unless someone is watching them.
"For now" she said and kissed their heads.
Then she hugged her sister-in-law. "Take care, Mai."
"You take care" she whispered.
Then came her brother, who was glaring at her. "I hate it when you are stubborn" he snapped. She merely smiled and hugged him. "If Kiyo does anything to you, anything, call me. I don't care what time, or when. Don't you worry about where I am or if I'm busy. Just get on the phone and call and then I'll come here right away and bring you back with me to Canada."
"I'll be fine" she whispered as she released him.
"Promise me, Sakura. I'll be damned to hell if I let him hurt you, or my nephew or niece, without being punished."
She looked at him, at his worrisome face. She hasn't told him about the times Kiyo raped her before she found out about her pregnancy. Nor has she told her brother about Kiyo nearly choking her on the day of Lydia's party. She had kept it to herself, because she didn't want to worry him. She was good at hiding it too. Touya may be a cop, but she was his sister, and she knew him better than anyone. All she had to do was act normal, and not act indifferent. No bruise had shown around her neck, which was a miracle, but she was grateful for it. And any other bruises she got she was always able to hide without looking suspicious.
But she saw that Touya was going through hell just wondering about her. If she doesn't promise him, he'll get even more worried. "I promise" she finally said.
"Are you sure you don't want us to take you back to your place?" Mai asked.
"I'm sure. That mansion isn't very far."
Sakura touched her belly. She was seven months pregnant, with aching feet and an aching back. Hell, she couldn't even see her feet anymore. But walking in fresh air allows her to think clearly, and pretty soon her doctor is going to demand that she gets bed rest, so she has very few walks left before she is forced to stay in bed.
With one last good-bye, and a reassuring smile when she saw their concern, she left.
Walking down the street, she wondered if there was anything she needed for the baby. Since day one, she had been decorating the room that she has chosen for the nursery. She had already bought the crib, the bassinet, and everything else the baby needed. Now all she needed was clothes, which would be a tad difficult considering that she didn't know if her baby was a boy or a girl. That had been her decision. She had wanted to wait, to find out it's gender when she gives birth. She felt it would make the miracle of birth more special.
Besides clothes, the only other thing she needed was a name. Because she doesn't know the gender, she would need a girl's name and a boy's name, which would be difficult since there were so many she liked.
She knew that usually a husband and a wife pick out names together, but she wasn't about to ask Kiyo for his opinion. She hasn't asked Kiyo for anything since she discovered her pregnancy. She didn't ask for help when she struggled out of a chair, and she didn't ask for food when she got cravings. Kiyo just seemed too . . . indifferent. It's as if he didn't care about the child at all, and at times he made her feel as if it was her child, and her alone. That made her mad, because he had participated in the making of the baby.
She nearly laughed at herself. She thinks he participated. That's what she has to remind herself. Half of this baby could belong to Syaoran.
She knew she should tell Syaoran the truth, that the baby she was carrying could be his. Her conscience would constantly remind her, not giving her any peace as she struggled through the pregnancy. Syaoran had a right to know.
But he wouldn't care. He hates her for lying to him, and she still feels a little resentment towards him for lying to her. Moreover, she had been just a mistress. Why would he care about his mistress? Especially when his own wife is pregnant. That baby is the one who will be important to him, not Sakura's. So she won't tell him, not when he's not going to care.
And she wouldn't do that to her child. She had made the decision not to tell her child that she doesn't know who the father is, because then the child will want to meet the other possible father, and all Syaoran will do is brush her child off. He won't care.
Sakura will be damned to hell and back before she allows her child to be hurt that way. Kiyo may act indifferent, but at least he'll be a father figure.
Tears formed in her eyes. Oh, why did this happen to her?
How did she end up pregnant, with an indifferent husband, an ex-lover who doesn't give a damn about her, and with two possible fathers of her baby?
(Kiyo)
Kiyo groaned when he opened the door. "What do you want, Wong? I told you that I don't have money to give you."
Chen smirked. "You lying bastard" he said and shoved a big envelope into Kiyo's hands.
Kiyo raised an eyebrow, studying the envelope before opening it. There were pictures inside and he calmly took them out.
He froze, eyes widening as he saw his own wife in the arms of another man. Hugging and kissing.
"What the hell is this?" he snapped, dropping the envelope as he flipped through the pictures, face getting red as he grew angrier and angrier. Sakura was smiling in each picture, apparently enjoying the man's arms around her.
"Pictures I will send to the newspaper. Now imagine everyone laughing behind your back as they talk about your wife cheating on you."
When did all this happen? Kiyo's breathing grew labored as his eyes tried to see the man's face in each picture, but each one showed his back.
"Imagine all the women thinking that you couldn't even satisfy your own wife in bed, so she had to find satisfactory in the arms of another man, in the bed of another man."
Laughing behind his back? He couldn't have people laugh at him! And the women? They won't want anything to do with him if they think he isn't any good in bed! He can't have that!
"What do you want?" he rasped, looking at Chen's smiling face.
"My money back. And I want you to return everyone else's money as well, or else I'll send out those pictures." His smile grew. "You can have those, if you want. I have copies."
Kiyo's hands clenched the pictures tight. "Fine" he growled. "I'll give your damn money back."
"Good. I'll be expecting it very soon."
Kiyo slammed the door in his face, his whole body shaking as he tried to control his rage.
He spun around, listening to the quietness of the mansion.
His whore-of-a-wife gave the whole staff the day off. What a stupid mistake. That will just make things easier for him.
He marched down the hallway and up the stairs. His wife was in their bedroom, so when he reached the closed door he kicked it open.
She jumped when the door slammed against the wall. She turned away from the full view mirror to look at him, bewildered.
His eyes immediately went to her swollen stomach.
Is the baby mine?, he thought.
The possibility of the baby belonging to another man circled his head. It's a good thing he hadn't grown any feelings for the baby. He had just thought that the baby was a nuisance, a shield that prevented him from hurting Sakura. If she hadn't been pregnant, he would be slapping her around.
But right now, the thought of another's man baby growing inside her made him see red.
He threw the pictures at her face. "You slut" he snapped.
She raised her hands to protect her face, the pictures falling to the floor. She then cried out when he slapped her across the face, her hands automatically going to her stomach to protect her baby as her back hit the mirror, the force of the slap propelling her backwards.
"You cheated on me" he growled as her grabbed her shoulders, squeezing her fragile bones. "When did you cheat on me?"
Her faces paled, eyes growing wide. "I-what?"
"When did you cheat on me!"
"I never cheated-"
"Don't lie to me!" he roared, making her wince. He grabbed a handful of her hair in his hand and pulled, hard.
She cried out again, the burning sensation spreading through her scalp as he yanked her hair. "I know you cheated and I want to know when!"
"Kiyo, please!"
"Tell me!"
He pulled harder.
"Seven months ago!" She sobbed, the pain becoming too much to bear. "It's over now! I swear it!" Her throat was constricting on her, and she tried to breathe, tried to get some oxygen into her lungs. "Please" she gasped, tears of fear now falling down her cheeks "Please, let's talk about this."
"Talk? You want to talk! I find out my wife is cheating on me you want to talk! Who was he?"
She was in so much pain she couldn't even understand the simple question. "What?"
"You're lover! Who was he?"
She looked into the face of a madman. His face red from anger, and his eyes were burning with a fire she had never seen before as he glared at her.
He was crazy. Kiyo finally showed his true colors. It had been slowly emerging, and she had thought that his true colors had already come out, but this was who he really was, someone who was clearly insane, looking at her with wild eyes, seeing her as not a woman who made a mistake, but as a thing that was beneath him and who lied to him, a thing that would have to be punished. Kiyo was someone who would hurt her tremendously, maybe even kill her. Why didn't she see his true side before?
Why?
"I-I don't r-remem-"
"Don't" he ground out through clenched teeth "lie to me."
He yanked at her hair, forcing her head back.
"Li Syaoran" she cried out through pain, too scared to protect his name.
Kiyo's face went white. He remembers that name. It was the host of the party they had gone to. The woman on the phone had been annoyingly persistent and he couldn't say no. Especially when she told him who her husband was. Li Syaoran. The same man who Kiyo had taken money from, money he had never intended to give back. He had been absolutely delighted to go to the man's house, eat his food and drink his wine. What better way to rub it in his face?
Then he remembered when Sakura left his arms abruptly.
After the woman had announced she was pregnant with Li's baby.
What a shock that must have been! For her to find out that her lover was going to be a father to another woman's baby!
Speaking of babies . . .
Kiyo placed his hand on Sakura's stomach. "Is it his baby?" he whispered softly, with violence. She just looked at him, her breathing seeming to stop as she froze, her tears sliding down her cheek.
He pressed his hand harder against it. "Is it his baby?"
She shook in his arms, her back against the mirror. Then: "I'm not sure." Then she began to sob. "I'm not sure! I swear, Kiyo, I didn't mean for this to happen! I tried to stop you from sleeping with me that day when you came back from your trip but you wouldn't stop!"
His eyebrows snapped together. "You slept with him on that same day, didn't you?"
She nodded, her vision blurred. "I tried" she whispered. "I truly did try to stop you." She gulped. "But you wouldn't stop! You wouldn't!"
He did nothing except stare at her for a few minutes, his face blank. She looked at him through teary eyes. How did he find out? Her scalp was still in pain, although he stopped yanking at it. His hand was still on her belly, not moving.
"Please don't hurt my baby" she begged softly, practically whimpering. "Please."
His eyes, which had been unfocused, focused onto her face, before they slid down to her stomach.
"Not my baby." He said tonelessly. "Funny. I had thought it was mine, and therefore I didn't put a finger on you. I wouldn't dare hurt a pregnant woman, especially when the baby is mine. But now . . . I can hurt both you . . . And your sweet little baby."
Her eyes widened, and then she shook her head rapidly. "No!" She exclaimed, trying to get away from him. "Please, no!"
It was as if he didn't hear her. He yanked on her hair again and dragged her down to the floor, and began pulling her across the floor by her hair. His face was blank, his eyes cold. He ignored her yells of pain, her cries of forgiveness, her struggles. He merely continued to pull her out the door, and down the stairs. He heard her sobbing, begging him not to hurt her child.
But he wasn't going to listen.
He then dragged her into the kitchen, sliding her across the tiles before practically slamming her against the cabinet. She was on the floor, crying as she held onto her stomach, a wimpy attempt to protect it.
"It must not happen" he growled, grabbing hold of a knife and kneeling next to her. Grasping the handle with both hands, he raised the knife over he stomach. "It must not happen!"
And he brought it down.
(Syaoran: Later)
Alone in the living room, he flipped through the channels. Lydia was at a friend's house, getting a baby shower.
No men allowed.
That was all right. He wouldn't have wanted to go anyways.
With a sigh he settled on the News. Nothing else was grabbing his attention. He lay down on the couch, and crossed his arms behind his head. Only ten minutes passed by before breaking news interrupted it. The anchor woman looked into the camera.
"Breaking news just in. A pregnant woman was found in her home earlier today, multiple stab wounds to her stomach. After much investigating, it was revealed the woman was Mrs. Tsuchida Sakura, wife of Cabinet member Tsuchida Kiyo."
Syaoran jolted up into a sitting position, staring at the screen. "What?" He whispered, something knotting in his stomach.
"The husband has yet to be found and is considered to be a suspect. Police found pictures in their bedroom that may have ignited this tragedy."
"Is she all right?" he asked the television. The woman merely started talking about other information that he really didn't care about. He got up and quickly walked up to the TV, squatting in front of it.
Fear coiled in him. Pictures. The pictures that Chen gave Tsuchida?
Oh God, could Syaoran have caused this?
"Is she all right?" he growled. The woman still hadn't answered and he grabbed the sides of the TV. "Is she all right!" he practically yelled.
"Her condition is said to be critical and baby's condition is yet to be known."
The woman said what hospital they were at and he ran to get his coat before leaving his mansion and getting into his car.
He begged for her to be all right as he made his way through traffic, honking and speeding, breaking every speed limit in his haste to get to the hospital.
He caused this. He couldn't stop thinking of that. Sakura was in the hospital because of him. His knuckles turned white as his grip turned urgent on the steering wheel.
If Sakura dies . . .
Damn him to hell! This shouldn't have happened! All he expected was a damn divorce!
He entered the parking lot and parked his car, throwing the door open and jumping out before slamming it back. He ran into the hospital and slid to a stop in front of the registration desk.
The nurse there looked at the man with curious eyes. "May I help you?" She asked.
"I need to know what room Tsuchida Sakura is in, please."
"I'm sorry, are you family?"
Syaoran knew she wouldn't tell him a thing if she says he's not family. In this case, he had no qualms of lying to the woman. "Yes. I'm family. Please, just tell me where she is."
She typed on her computer. "She's on the second floor, but she's in surgery right now so you won't be able to see her. Talk to Dr. Yoshida and he'll give you any information you wish to know."
"Thank you." He ran towards the elevator, but when seeing that the elevator was barely coming down from the fourth floor, he opted for the stairs.
Once on the second floor, he went to the registration desk that was there and asked for Dr. Yoshida.
"He's in surgery right now. Please, take a seat and when he comes I'll direct him to you."
Syaoran cursed in his mind as he walked over to the chair and sat down, placing his face in his hands, fear and impatience running through his body.
"Please don't let her die" he whispered. He didn't know who he was asking, but didn't care so long as someone listened to him.
Miraculously, he found himself asking for the baby not to die either. Chen had been right. Syaoran did hate the fact that Sakura was carrying Tsuchida's child. But he never wished for it to die, or to be hurt. He didn't wish any harm. He just wanted Sakura to lose her husband, to make her miserable so she wouldn't be so happy.
He hadn't known that Tsuchida would beat her.
He stiffened when he remembered the bruise that was on her cheek several months ago, when they were on their way to Italy. She had tried to lie her way out of telling him who hit her.
Was it Tsuchida? Did that bastard slap her?
His blood went cold as he thought of Sakura being under Tsuchida's abusive hand. Oh God, why hadn't she told him? Why didn't she say that she was being abused while they had been together?
Because then she would have had to tell him she was married.
He looked up when someone stopped in front of him. It was a doctor.
"I'm Dr. Yoshida. The nurse said you wanted to speak to me?"
Dr. Yoshida was an elderly man with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. He was pretty tall, and his face said that he has seen a lot.
Syaoran looked at the man desperately. "Please, how is Sakura doing? Is she all right?"
Dr. Yoshida eyed the man critically, at the pale face that was tightly drawn. This wasn't the first time he has seen someone with such a face when a loved one was in surgery. But this particular one worried him. The skin was brutally drawn over the young man's cheekbones, and he was shaking. His eyes were also dilated, the blacks of his eyes making the amber disappear.
"Doctor, please! Tell me what's wrong!"
Dr. Yoshida sighed. "Mrs. Tsuchida is in critical condition. She's in a slight coma and I'm unsure as to when she will wake up. Right now she is being transported into a private room."
"And her baby? How is her baby?"
The doctor shook his head sadly. "Her baby hadn't survived. It seems most of the stab wounds were intended for the baby."
Syaoran felt like he was punched in the chest, his heart squeezing at the lost life of the infant.
He stood motionless as the doctor continued to talk, something about how he should lay down. But he fazed the doctor out as he thought of the baby, the lifeless little body. His breathing became shallow as he tried to control himself, as he tried to calm down, but he couldn't.
That baby wasn't supposed to die. That baby was supposed to be in Sakura's womb, rounding out her belly as she nurtured it. That baby was supposed to be alive.
But it's not. The baby's not alive because he wanted those pictures sent out. He wanted Sakura to suffer.
But not this way . . . Never this way . . .
He killed the baby. He'll never forgive himself for making Sakura lose her baby.
I'm a murderer . . .
AN: Please don't kill me! Yes, I made Sakura lose her baby but you need me in order to upload more chapters! I'm sure you don't want me to die and then leave you hanging with this chapter as the last one, do you? I thought so.
To AllyChik6: You were right. Tomoyo's situation with her rape, getting pregnant, and losing her baby was a foreshadowing for what would happen with Sakura. (I think you are the only one who caught that).
But is Syaoran the father of Sakura's baby? Who knows. Maybe, maybe not. All of you just have to continue reading to find out. (And remember that there is still the mystery of who the father of Tomoyo's baby is- Eriol's tire blew out on his way to get a DNA test, remember?- so you can't say that because Eriol was the father of Tomoyo's baby, then Syaoran has to be the father of Sakura's baby, because Eriol might not be the father of Tomoyo's baby.)
Anyways, please review!
