He had left her. After all that he had meant to her, he had just up and left without a word. She had thought that she meant something to him too, she had been wrong.

Her body racked with sobs, She sullenly remembered how he had once held her so lovingly. She recalled the day they had married, the same day she had first given him the Amortentia in his lemonade. She had been a happy bride that day. Now she was just alone, alone and seven months pregnant.

Having given him the Amortentia daily for the last nine months, she had foolishly told herself that he truly loved her now. She never believed he would leave her, especially in her current condition.

She was wrong. He had left her just as easily as changing his shoes. Her only love, the man that she lived and breathed for, was gone. What was she to do now? She couldn't raise his child alone, not without looking at it and seeing something of him there. She felt as if she were dying inside.

As she placed her hand on her large, pregnant stomach, she sobbed, "what are we to do little one? What will become of us now?"

If she had only known.