Chapter 1
Before our wedding, my fiancé, Herman Donnelly, was kidnapped on his way to pick up my wedding dress.
He survived but lost his memory. Every time marriage was mentioned, he would faint.
The doctor said it was a stress–induced disorder that triggered a second personality.
Then, I found out I was pregnant. The doctor told me, “Maybe the baby’s arrival will awaken the man who once deeply loved you!”
Filled with hope, I took my pregnancy test results to see Herman, only to overhear the conversation between him and his friends. “Herman, you’re a genius. You faked a second personality just to escape marriage! Is there going to be a third person and fourth personality in the future?”
“No! I love Hollie. This will be the only time I lie to her. Once I’ve slept with ten more women. I’ll settle down.”
“Just ten? That’s not even enough to try all the positions! Honestly, you should keep up the act for another year or two. Hollie isn’t going anywhere!”
Herman’s face darkened. “I can’t bear to see her sad for that long! Now, hurry up and find me some flirty virgins. One every three days. I can’t let this delay my wedding with Hollie.”
My hands trembled as I tore up the test results. Then, I made a painful decision to schedule an abortion.
When I returned to the hospital, the doctor thought I wasn’t feeling well.
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I told her I wanted an abortion, and she was shocked. “This baby wasn’t easy for you to conceive! If you go through with this, it might worsen your fiancé’s condition.”
With a bitter smile, I shook my head. “If I told him, it might actually kill
him.”
After all, he was still drowning in his carefree pleasure and couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t understand it. How could the man who had begged me to marry him now fake an illness to deceive me?
The doctor realized she couldn’t change my mind, but she insisted on calling Herman to sign the consent form.
“Ms. Vaughn, this child isn’t just yours. Even if he’s sick and doesn’t want it now, he should at least sign the papers and be here for you during the surgery. What if this is all a misunderstanding?”
I gently placed a hand on my belly and didn’t argue.
I had polycystic ovary syndrome, which made it difficult for me to
conceive.
But Herman didn’t care. He even fought with his parents just to marry me.
Now, as I was about to lose our child, he should at least be here to see it
off.
However, when the doctor called Herman, he scoffed, “How much did Hollie pay you to put on this act? I told you I don’t even know her, let alone marry her!
“Tell her to stop these cheap tricks to force me into marriage. The child might not even be mine!”
The disconnect tone and his mockery echoed through the quiet operating
room.
I signed the consent form myself and closed my eyes.
When I woke up after the procedure, my phone was filled with messages.
They were all from Herman.
“No matter what happened between us before, now you are you, and I am me. Instead of wasting time on these fake dramas, you should hurry up and move out of my house!”
Herman was considerate enough to rent me a fully furnished apartment in the same complex.
He even covered the first month’s rent.
To prove he wasn’t lying, he signed a one–year lease.
“You don’t have to pay me back. Consider it a parting gift.”
I glanced at the bloody mass that had once been our child and replied. calmly, “Alright. Thank you.”
Let’s just consider that rent money his last act of responsibility for our child.
I stayed in the hospital for three days, and Herman never visited.
But his social media was filled with endless parties.
It was as if he was trying to reclaim all the wild youth he had lost because
of me.
I knew those posts were meant for me to see.
Because I checked from an alternate account, and there was nothing.
I gave him what he wanted–I liked every single video.
On the day of my discharge. I ran into Herman in the hospital hallway. He was rushing alongside a doctor, pushing a hospital bed.
When Herman saw me, he quickly looked away. pretending not to notice.
I heard the emergency doctor calling out, “Prepare RH–negative blood for Surgery Room 1! The patient has a ruptured corpus luteum and is bleeding heavily, requiring an emergency transfusion!
“What? There’s no stock?”
The doctor hung up and informed Herman of the situation.
Herman immediately stopped in his tracks, turned around, and ran toward
- me.
“Hollie, if you donate blood to Bethany, I won’t hold it against you for stalking me!”
I stared at him, confused.
“I didn’t stalk you…”
“Enough! No time for arguing! Saving her is the priority!”
Herman grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the doctor. “She’s RH- negative! Take as much as you need!”
I struggled but couldn’t break free, so I just sneered, “You claim you don’t know me… so how do you know I have rare blood?”
I looked him in the eye, waiting for his answer.
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