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After learning that Harry Lee planned to go abroad with Vivian Chow in three days to raise the baby, I called my mother–in–law.
“Mom, I want a divorce.”
The mother–in–law on the other end of the phone simply sighed, “Child, Harry has wronged
you.”
Ever since Harry Lee publicly declared my child a bastard.
We had the most serious argument we’ve had in seven years.
But when he learned I wanted to abort the child, he had me locked in the villa.
Even when I go for prenatal checkups, I’m followed by a dozen bodyguards.
He said, “This is our child; you can’t abandon him.”
So, he does know this is his child.
His hypocritical, flippant words could ruin my child’s life and mine.
Even if he knows, our child is his own flesh and blood.
And Vivian Chow’s child is the bastard with an unknown father.
Gently stroking my already swollen belly, I know this is my last chance.
Even though I’m heartbroken at the thought of aborting my child.
But I don’t want him to be born only to endure slander on someone else’s behalf. As if sensing the warmth of my hand.
My belly fluttered.
It’s as if my child and I share a telepathic connection.
Knowing I’m deeply saddened, it’s as if he’s trying to comfort me.
Tears streamed down my face instantly.
I withdrew my hand, covering my face as I wept bitterly.
“Child, I’m so sorry. Forgive your mother’s cruelty.”
It took a while to regain my composure.
The villa door opened from the outside.
Harry Lee walked up to me, looked at my red, swollen eyes, and said flatly,
“You need to take care of yourself for the baby’s sake. Stop crying.”
Easier said than done.
If only I could control my emotions.
I never would have fallen in love with him in the first place.
I always knew he held a special place in his heart for Vivian Chow.
I always knew his love for me wasn’t genuine.
The man I loved so deeply is also the one who has hurt me the most.
“You’ve wronged me so much, trapping me and robbing me of my freedom.” “What, am I not even allowed to cry?”
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He simply looked at me, his eyes slightly red with a hint of guilt, yet he couldn’t utter a word. It was just like a few months ago, when I first suspected I was pregnant.
When I went to the hospital for confirmation, I happened to run into Harry Lee accompanying Vivian Chow for her check–up.
He was so considerate and meticulous, caring in every way, afraid she would stumble or bump into something.
“Harry, feel our baby; I think I felt him move.”
A gentle light illuminated Harry’s face.
He allowed Vivian Chow to take his hand and place it on her flat stomach.
The next second, he looked up and saw me standing around the corner.
He offered no explanation, simply standing there, stunned.
What an affectionate young couple they appear to be.
If I weren’t Harry Lee’s wife,
I would wholeheartedly offer them such envious praise.
But alas, I cannot.
Nor does he deserve it.
The man before me was silent for a moment, as if struck by a sudden thought.
He said dismissively:
“Tomorrow is your birthday; I will throw you a birthday party.”
“Oh, by the way, Mom just told me she’s coming back home to take care of you. I feel much more relieved knowing she’ll be here.”
He can rest easy.
Rest easy while he’s abroad with Vivian Chow, waiting for the baby.
He won’t even need to come back for months.
But he doesn’t know why his parents, who have been enjoying their retirement abroad, suddenly want to return home.
Even less does he know the cruel things he’s done to me,
His parents already know everything.
I sneered, offering no objection.
I was the one who begged his mother to return.
Because I know, as I am now,
I simply cannot escape Harry Lee’s grasp.
Seeing that I didn’t react, he squatted down and looked at me, a hint of affection in his eyes.
Tracy, I love you.”
“After Vivian gives birth, I will definitely come back to you.”
I treat words like that as nothing more than air.
Even if he means it now.
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Vivian Chow only needs to say the word, and he’ll ruthlessly break every promise he’s mad- to me.
