With Tom Riddle

Tom Marvolo Riddle born December 31, 1926
For three years, you were married to Tom Riddle and everything seemed perfect. However, now it had fallen apart. He had believed a rumor that said you had cheated on him and, worse still, that the baby you were carrying in your womb denied that it wasn't his. When in fact it was his, he treated you like a stranger, (even though you had never cheated on him.)

One night, you had sent him a letter confessing your pain and asking to meet up to clear up the misunderstanding. You had planned a romantic dinner at home, hoping he would come over so you could talk and sort things out.

Sitting in the chair, you looked at the clock for the umpteenth time, but Tom never came. You stood up, ordered the house elves to clear the table, and blew out the candle with your thumb. You wiped away your tears and headed to the great room, where you sat alone on the couch.

You looked at your swollen belly and stroked it slowly, speaking to your baby in a low, halting voice:

"Your daddy didn't come, honey. He doesn't love us. He despises us."

Sadness and loneliness filled your heart, and tears fell down your cheeks again. Isa-17 had never known that selfish side of Tom and it hurt her too much.