Chapter 1
While I was struggling with morning sickness, Caleb Johnston was busy kissing with his assistant at a party.
Even as I vomited until my stomach started bleeding, my boyfriend kept clinging to his assistant, unable to tear himself away from her.
On my way back. I got into a car accident.
When the ambulance arrived, I was placed on a stretcher. Caleb came over, yanked me off roughly, and said coldly. “You’re tough enough. Stop wasting medical resources.”
Then, he gently carried his terrified assistant onto the stretcher instead.
At the hospital, everyone rushed around his assistant, sending her to the
emergency room.
Only I quietly made my way to the gynecological consultation desk.
“Hello, I’d like to schedule a termination,” I said calmly. “I don’t want to keep the baby.”
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Just after I changed into the hospital gown, Caleb stormed in and threw at red ribbon at me.
“Whitney Parrish! Why did you give me this unlucky thing?”
I picked up the wishing ribbon calmly and replied, “I didn’t give it to you.”
Upon hearing that, he immediately snatched the ribbon back and eagerly tied it around his wrist.
I knew it was a gift from Lucille Cooper, who had wished to be with Caleb forever.
Thinking of that, I grabbed his hand.
Under his disgusted and guarded gaze, I tightened the loose knot around his wrist.
My fingers were icy cold, making Caleb froze for a second.
He asked, “Why are you wearing a hospital gown?”
I stayed calm and replied, “I’m about to have a minor surgery.”
Caleb frowned. Just when he looked like he was about to accuse me of faking it, a nurse walked in to take my blood.
He parted his lips, about to ask the nurse about my condition when his phone rang at the perfect moment.
It was a video call from Lucille.
In a sweet, delicate voice, she complained about how creepy the hospital felt at night.
Without sparing me a glance, Caleb strode out of the ward.
As he brushed past, he bumped into the nurse, causing the needle to slip and blood to spill from my arm.
Even when I cried out softly, he didn’t look back.
At that time, the doctor came in, holding the surgery consent form.
I didn’t hesitate or even glance at the risks before signing my name.
Half an hour later, the surgery was completed.
As soon as I got off the operating table, I got a message from Caleb.
“Wait for me at the hospital entrance.”
Heavy snow was falling. Wearing only thin clothes, I sat outside on a cold plastic stool and waited for two hours.
Caleb never showed up.
Two nurses passed by and chatted about what they had seen in the
emergency room.
“In all my years, I’ve never seen a man dote on his wife like that,” one said.
“Exactly. He carried her the whole time and comforted her even though she just had a small bruise. Then, he got her airlifted to a top hospital,” the other replied.
Hearing their conversation, I opened our chat window and noticed Caleb had changed his profile picture.
It was now Nick from Zootopia wearing sunglasses, matching perfectly with Lucille’s bunny cop avatar.
Closing WhatsApp, I opened the flight booking app.
Due to the bad weather, the earliest flight home was in two days.
I bought the ticket, paid for it, and confirmed my seat.
Then, I left the hospital and made my way home alone.
At 3:00 a.m., Caleb finally came back. He opened the bedroom door and lay down next to me.
In the darkness, he wanted to touch my pregnant belly, but I turned my
back toward him.
He clicked his tongue in frustration, got up, and slammed the bathroom. door.
We had been in love for nine years. In the past, whenever he was upset, I would panic and beg for his forgiveness.
But tonight, even after he finished showering, and saw me lying there, still and silent.
“Keep putting on an act,” he muttered.
Then he stormed out of the master bedroom and never came back.
The next morning, I spotted a wine glass with lipstick marks on the living room table.
