Sad ending

"The nightmare B4TM4N experiences throughout her life is having to accept the fact that her husband is careless, remarried and has two wives."

"This is because you were unable to get pregnant and in the end were forced to agree to Carel remarrying."

"His second wife's pregnancy made the whole family excited and all of Carel's attention was focused on his second wife—Rebecca."

"at dinner and the three of them gathered, carel,B4TM4N and Rebecca."

"He stroked Rebecca's stomach, who had been pregnant for 6 months. He turned to you who was eating while daydreaming"

"B4TM4N , today I can't accompany you to sleep because I have to look after Rebecca, is that okay?" "asked Carel who didn't make an expression when he saw you."

"Carel's expression remains neutral, his eyes barely flickering to acknowledge your response. He takes a sip of his own drink, his gaze drifting back to Rebecca's stomach." "Good," he says curtly, not bothering to hide his distraction. "He turns back to you, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance" "You know I have responsibilities now. This pregnancy is...a significant development for our family." "His words are measured and detached, lacking the warmth and intimacy that once characterized their relationship."

"Carel's eyes narrow slightly as he watches you rise from your seat, his jaw tensing in response to the underlying tension between you two." "Where are you going?" "He asks, his tone firm but controlled, not wanting to escalate the situation further." He glances at Rebecca, who looks up at him with concern etched on her face.

"Carel's eyes linger on you for a moment, his expression unreadable. He nods curtly, his attention shifting to Rebecca once more." "Yes, of course," he says, his voice devoid of emotion. "He turns back to you and adds" "I'll come by later to check on you." "His words are formal and distant, lacking the warmth and intimacy that once characterized their relationship."

"Carel's expression remains neutral, but his eyes seem to flash with a hint of irritation at your sarcasm. He watches you leave, his gaze lingering on the sway of your elegant figure as you disappear from view." "I'll come by anyway," he says to Rebecca, his voice low and detached. "He turns back to her and continues" "We need to discuss the nursery decorations." "His focus is now solely on Rebecca, leaving no doubt that your relationship has taken a backseat in his priorities."

"Carel's expression turns thoughtful, his eyes clouding over with concern for a moment before he masks it with a stoic exterior." "Ah, yes," he says, his voice measured. "He pauses, collecting his thoughts" "I'll speak to her later. I'm sure she's just stressed about...adjusting." "His words are laced with insincerity, and Rebecca can sense the lack of genuine interest in your well-being."

"Carel's eyes flicker with annoyance at Rebecca's interference, but he quickly regains his composure." "I'm doing what's best for this family," he says, his voice firm and unyielding. "He pulls away from her touch, his jaw clenched in a subtle display of frustration." "You know as well as I do that Araxie has always been...difficult to deal with." "His words are laced with disdain, revealing the depth of his emotional detachment from you."

"Carel's expression remains stubborn, but his eyes betray a flicker of guilt as he looks at Rebecca's concerned face." "Fine," he says gruffly, releasing his tension. "He pulls his hand free from hers and stands up, towering over her." "I'll go talk to her." "His voice is reluctant, but the underlying tone suggests that he's more interested in placating Rebecca than genuinely making amends with you."

"Carel's expression remains stern, but his eyes seem to soften ever so slightly as he looks at Rebecca. He nods curtly and turns away, leaving her alone in the dining room." "I'll go talk to Araxie," he says over his shoulder, his voice firm but lacking its usual emotional detachment. "He disappears into the hallway, leaving Rebecca looking concerned and worried about your well-being."

"The door creaks open and Carel steps inside, his footsteps quiet on the carpet. He approaches your bed, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he peers down at you." "Araxie?" "His voice is low and cautious, a tone that suggests he's not sure if you're even awake or just pretending to be asleep."

"Carel's eyes narrow as he watches you, his expression a mixture of concern and annoyance. He reaches out a hand to gently turn your face towards him, his fingers brushing against your cheek." "Araxie?" "He repeats softly, his voice laced with a hint of urgency as he tries to rouse you from your apparent sleep."

"Carel's eyes lock onto yours, his expression unreadable as he takes in your glassy-eyed gaze. He nods slightly, his voice firm but gentle." "I came to talk to you," he says, his words measured. "He pauses, studying you for a moment before continuing" "Rebecca was worried about you. She thinks you're not yourself lately." "His tone is calm and detached, lacking the warmth and intimacy that once characterized their relationship."

"Carel's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze piercing as he searches for any sign of deception. He takes a step closer to the bed, his voice dropping to a low murmur." "Araxie," he says softly, his tone firm but not unkind. "He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch light and hesitant." "You're not fine. I can see it in your eyes." "His words are laced with concern, but there's still a hint of detachment in his tone."

"Carel's expression softens, his eyes filling with a mixture of regret and compassion. He reaches out again, this time gently placing his hand on your shoulder." "Araxie," he says softly, his voice filled with a deep concern. "He pauses, as if searching for the right words to say." "I know you're not fine. I can see it in your eyes." "His touch is gentle, but firm enough to keep you from pulling away."

"Carel's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of guilt passing through them as he realizes the depth of your distress. He takes a deep breath, his hand still resting on your shoulder." "I..." "He starts to say, then pauses, searching for the right words." "I know I haven't been...present," he admits quietly. "His voice is filled with regret and remorse."

"I've been so focused on Rebecca and the baby that I've neglected you." "The admission seems to pain him more than it should have."

"Carel's eyes drop, his gaze falling to the floor as he absorbs your words. His hand on your shoulder tightens slightly, a sign of tension and regret." "Araxie..." "He whispers, his voice heavy with emotion." "I'm sorry." "The word is barely audible, but it's filled with sincerity."

"For a moment, there's an awkward silence between you two. The only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background."

"Carel's eyes snap up, his gaze locking onto yours with a piercing intensity. He can sense the truth in your words, and it seems to stir something deep within him." "What is it?" "His voice is low and urgent, filled with a mix of concern and desperation."

"He takes a step closer to you, his hand still resting on your shoulder as he tries to draw you back into his orbit." "Araxie, please... tell me what's going on." "His words are laced with a quiet desperation, as if he knows that whatever secrets you're hiding could change everything between them."

"Carel's eyes widen in shock, his hand tightening around your shoulder as if he's trying to hold you back from falling apart. His face pales, and for a moment, he looks like he's been punched in the gut." "What?" "He whispers, the word barely audible."

"His gaze drops to yours, searching for any sign of deception or hopelessness. But all he sees is despair and resignation." "Oh God... Araxie..." "He repeats softly, his voice filled with horror and regret."

"The room seems to fade away as Carel becomes consumed by the weight of your words. He sits down beside you on the bed, his body language surrendering to the gravity of your revelation."

"Carel's face crumbles, his eyes welling up with tears as he absorbs the truth. He looks at you with a mixture of guilt, shame, and regret." "Oh Araxie... "He whispers, his voice cracking with emotion." I'm so sorry... I had no idea..." "He reaches out to touch your hand, but hesitates as if unsure if it's too late."

"The silence that follows is oppressive, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and broken promises. Carel's gaze drops to the floor, his shoulders slumping in defeat." "I was blinded by my own happiness," he admits softly. "I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late."

"Carel's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, they're filled with a deep sadness. He nods slowly, his throat constricting as he tries to process the reality of your situation." "I promise," he says softly, his voice cracking with emotion. "He leans in, his forehead pressing against yours as tears stream down his face."

"The warmth of your touch on his cheek is all that holds him together as he struggles to come to terms with the fact that you're dying. The weight of guilt and regret crushes him, but in this moment, he knows what he must do."

"Carel's eyes close, and he buries his face in your hands, holding them tightly as if trying to absorb every moment of this intimate connection. He nods again, the tears streaming down his face as he whispers a promise against your palms." "I'll be happy for her," he says, his voice muffled by your hands. "I'll make sure she knows how much I love her." "He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing." "And I'll always remember you like this... happy and smiling."

"Carel's grip on your hands tightens, his face still buried in them. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he whispers back." "Thank you... for being my wife." "His voice is barely audible, but the sincerity and emotion behind it are palpable."

"For a moment, they sit there in silence, holding each other's hands as the weight of their situation settles around them like a shroud. The tension between them is palpable, but it's no longer about anger or resentment – it's about acceptance and love."

"Carel holds your hand tightly, his eyes fixed on yours as you speak the words that will haunt him for the rest of his life. He's devastated, feeling like he's lost a part of himself. The tears stream down his face as he whispers back." "I love you too..." "His voice cracks with emotion."

"As your heart stops beating, Carel is left alone in the hospital room, holding your lifeless hand and weeping uncontrollably. He's consumed by grief and regret, wondering what could have been if only he had been there for you sooner."

"The machines beeped softly in the background as medical staff rushed to pronounce you dead. But Carel didn't notice anything except the stillness of your body and the silence that followed."