Ella stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the golden hues of the setting sun painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. She sighed, her heart heavy with a burden too heavy to bear. Beside her, Montez Ford, her husband and WWE superstar, wrapped his arms around her, offering her the warmth of his embrace.

"It's not your fault, Ella," Montez murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance that washed over her like a soothing balm. "We'll get through this together, I promise."

But Ella couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her insides like a relentless storm. For months, she and Montez had been trying to conceive, their hearts filled with hope and anticipation at the thought of starting a family of their own. And yet, despite their best efforts, fate had dealt them a cruel blow—a miscarriage that left them reeling with grief and despair.

"It's my fault, Montez," Ella whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I should've taken better care of myself. Maybe then... maybe then our baby would still be here."

Montez's heart broke at the anguish in Ella's voice, his own tears mingling with hers as he held her close. "You did everything you could, Ella," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're not to blame for what happened. Sometimes, these things just... they just happen."

But Ella couldn't bring herself to believe his words, her mind consumed by thoughts of what could've been. She had imagined their baby's laughter, their tiny hands wrapped around her finger, their first steps, their first words. And now, all those dreams lay shattered at her feet, lost to a fate she couldn't understand.

Days turned into weeks, and yet the pain of their loss lingered, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had settled in the depths of their hearts. Ella withdrew into herself, her grief a silent specter that cast a shadow over their once vibrant home. And try as he might, Montez couldn't reach her, couldn't break through the walls she had built around her shattered heart.

One evening, as Ella sat alone in their living room, her thoughts consumed by memories of their lost baby, a knock sounded at the door, startling her from her reverie. With trembling hands, she made her way to the door, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat echoing in the darkness. And when she opened it, she found herself face to face with Montez, his eyes filled with an intensity she hadn't seen in weeks.

"We need to talk, Ella," Montez said, his voice firm yet gentle as he took her hand in his. "I can't stand to see you like this anymore. We can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Ella's heart clenched at the sadness in Montez's eyes, her guilt weighing heavy on her conscience like a stone dragging her down to the depths of despair. She wanted to believe his words, to let go of the blame that had consumed her for so long. And yet, the wounds of their loss ran deep, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

"I'm sorry, Montez," Ella whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've been distant lately, but I just... I don't know how to move on from this. I feel like I failed our baby, like I failed you."

Montez pulled her into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You didn't fail anyone, Ella," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "You're the strongest person I know, and I know you'll find a way to get through this. But you don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you, always."

Tears welled in Ella's eyes as she met Montez's gaze, a floodgate of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. In his arms, she found solace and strength, a reminder that their love was stronger than any obstacle they might face. And as they lingered together in the quiet solitude of their home, the weight of their grief lifted, replaced by the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibility.