Chapter Fifty-Six: Angel of Beauty:

Madonna will always be beautiful to me. Even in her anger, she was still beautiful. I ended up turning her heart cold. But she was still beautiful. Even when pregnant, she was beautiful. Even when she was angry at me, she was beautiful. Because of this, I couldn’t let her go. She doesn’t want more children. I don’t want her to leave me.

I reached out to hold her in bed. My wife turned away from me. I could feel my heart sinking. Was this all my doing? I am trying my best to keep her happy. But it doesn’t seem to be working anymore. How long before she says that she wants to go home? Will she take the kids with her?

“I love you very much,” I whispered. She pulled her sheets over her shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” she said. I lifted my head.

“What?” I asked. Madonna wouldn’t look at me. I reached for her again. She scooted away from me. I lowered my hand.

“Madonna…” I said.

“Don’t! Just don’t,” she said. It was amazing she slept in my bed tonight. Madonna left the table earlier. She said that she just wanted to go to bed. I said it was fine and let her do so. Our sons didn’t say anything. They just looked down at their plates. I didn’t feel like eating anymore either.

“Is something wrong?” I asked. Madonna didn’t answer. My heart sank in my chest.

“Madonna…” I said. She didn’t answer. I paused when I heard her mumbling to herself.

“What did you say?” I asked. My wife still had her back to me. I still heard her the second time.

“I want to go home.”

No…

“You can’t mean that,” I said. She didn’t say anything anymore. Instead, I heard sobbing. No. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. What am I doing wrong? This wasn’t supposed to be like this. Where did I end up going wrong?

“What did do wrong? I’m doing everything to keep you happy,” I pleaded. “I don’t want to lose. Please don’t leave me. I love you.” I tried to reach out to her. This time, she didn’t try to turn away from me. I rested my hand on her shoulder. She recoiled at my touch. It was then I saw what I needed to do. But I just wasn’t willing to let her go. It would take two more children after this pregnancy for the message to sink in. Plus, there would be other incidents too. For now, my heart ached as I tried to figure out how to make this better.

“You can’t,” she said, whimpering. I drew back my hand.

“What?” I asked. The next words out of her mouth stuck me worse than any knife to the chest. I didn’t want to believe but I knew that she was telling the truth. Maybe it was the fact that I was blindly still holding onto hope for that happy family that I saw in my head.

“You can’t fix this, Lucifer.”