On the eve of our wedding, a heavily pregnant college student showed up at our door. My usually ruthless and decisive fiancé, Liam, immediately dropped to his knees and apologized to me. "I was drunk that night, I thought it was you. I swear it will absolutely never happen again." The young girl, blushing, admitted that she saw Liam was wealthy and wanted to use the baby to secure her future. Liam personally took her to the clinic for an abortion. For the next six years, our marriage was the picture of perfect devotion. Until our sixth anniversary, when I held my positive pregnancy test, ready to completely turn the page and start a family. I was carrying a box of his favorite cake, arriving at the hotel where he was supposedly on a business trip. Just as I stepped out of the elevator onto his floor... I heard a woman's voice coming from around the corner, holding a six-year-old boy and sending a sickly-sweet voice memo. "You're so bad... you insisted on finishing inside last night. My legs still feel like jelly." "You have to go easy on me tonight, or I'm going to give you the silent treatment." I couldn't help but marvel at how open people were these days, and out of sheer curiosity, I took a glance. My entire body froze in place. It was that exact same college student from six years ago. 1 Chloe seemed not to recognize me. She continued recording her voice memo, her tone soft and seductive. "Make sure you shower and wait for me. I'm going to wring you dry tonight." "I don't want strawberry flavor today, I want cheesecake~" "Mommy, I want to eat the strawberry tart Daddy bought!" The little boy called out in a sweet, childish voice. Chloe crouched down and kissed his cheek: "Okay, Daddy is waiting for us in the room. Be a good boy. When you see Daddy, you have to tell him how much you missed him." With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and sent Liam a text: [Honey, are you busy?] The top of the chat window continuously showed "Typing...". But after a full minute, no message came through. I dialed his number. "We're sorry, the number you have reached is turned off..." It seemed he had turned his phone off so he wouldn't be disturbed. Chloe held the child's hand, her hips swaying seductively as she walked to the presidential suite at the end of the hall. She raised her hand and knocked lightly three times, a cheerful rhythm. A large, distinctively masculine hand reached out, grabbing Chloe's slender waist. He pulled her and the child inside. In the second before the door closed, through the crack, I clearly saw Liam's familiar face. He was smiling so tenderly. He lowered his head to kiss Chloe's forehead, his eyes full of absolute adoration. Then he scooped up the little boy, put him on his shoulders, and made funny faces to make the child laugh. Click. The door shut in my face, cutting off the happy laughter of their family of three. A wave of dizziness hit me. My feet felt as heavy as lead. The scenes from the past six years flashed through my mind like a movie reel. I remembered how, no matter how late he worked, he would always cook me healthy soups, insisting takeout wasn't good for me. I remembered how every time he traveled for work, he would send me his itinerary and bring back a suitcase full of my favorite local treats. I remembered three years ago when he had the opportunity to transfer to the London office and be promoted to Executive VP. But because I wasn't used to living abroad, he gave it up without a second thought. He had said: "Rylee, what's the point of conquering the world if I don't have you by my side?" That night, I was so moved I cried in his arms until dawn. I also remembered the day we got our marriage license six years ago. Chloe, heavily pregnant, stood crying hysterically outside the courthouse, begging me to step aside. Liam's face had turned pale with rage. He dragged Chloe into his car, saying he was taking her to the hospital. Three hours later, he came back alone. His hands were covered in blood, and his shirt was stained with it. He dropped to his knees in front of me, knocking his forehead against the ground: "Honey, the mistake has been taken care of." "Please, give me one chance. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." Those blood-soaked hands became a nightmare I couldn't shake for six years. But they also became the ironclad proof that made me believe he had truly changed. To give me peace of mind, he even voluntarily got a vasectomy. "Rylee, we don't need kids. You are the only one I want for the rest of my life." The vows were still ringing in my ears, but the man had completely changed. My phone vibrated suddenly. My mom sent a text: [How is it? Did you tell Liam the good news about the pregnancy? He must be thrilled!] Fighting back the urge to vomit, my fingers trembling, I typed a reply: [Just got to the hotel. Haven't had a chance to tell him yet.] 2 After sending the message, I turned and walked toward the elevator. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back down. I sat on a sofa in the hotel lobby, waiting quietly. Ten minutes later, the elevator doors opened. Liam had changed into a navy blue button-down shirt, with gold-rimmed glasses resting on his high nose bridge. He looked refined and elegant, showing absolutely no trace of the degenerate behavior happening in that room just moments ago. When he saw me, his pupils constricted, and his footsteps halted for half a second. But he quickly adjusted his expression and walked briskly toward me. "Honey!" He crouched in front of me, his face full of concern, and reached out to hold my icy hands: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to get some rest at home?" "Traveling is exhausting. I didn't want you to strain yourself." I discreetly pulled my hands away and pointed to the cake box on the table: "Today is our sixth anniversary. I wanted to surprise you." Liam glanced at the cake, guilt flashing in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, honey. It's my fault I have to travel on a day like today." "This is from your favorite bakery, right? Thank you so much." Just then, the phone in his suit pocket vibrated. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, his expression shifting slightly, and then naturally hit 'decline' right in front of me. "Just a spam call." He explained, but his eyes couldn't meet mine. Watching his guilty demeanor, I sneered inwardly. My gaze swept over his collar. Even though he had purposely buttoned his shirt all the way up to the top. As he looked down, my sharp eyes still caught the edge of a hickey on his neck. Liam seemed to notice my gaze. He instinctively adjusted his collar, stood up, and said: "Honey, I have an incredibly important overseas conference call this afternoon." "How about you go sit in the café for a bit, maybe get some hot milk? Once my meeting is over, I'll come right down and take you out for a massive dinner, okay?" I abruptly stood up and grabbed the cake from the table. "No need. Since you're busy, I won't bother you." With that, I turned and headed for the hotel entrance. Liam obviously didn't expect this reaction and hurriedly chased after me, grabbing my arm. "Rylee, are you mad because I don't have time to be with you right now?" "Be good, don't throw a tantrum. This project is really critical for the company..." As he spoke, he leaned in, trying to kiss my cheek to coax me. As he got closer, the smell of baby lotion drifted into my nose. "Don't touch me!" I violently shook off his hand and stepped back twice. Liam froze, his outstretched hand suspended in mid-air. "Rylee?" I stared at him, forcing down the bitterness in my heart. "I'm tired. I want to go home. Go do your work." Liam checked his watch, hesitated for a moment, and still chose that mother and son. "Honey, please don't be mad. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back. That necklace you had your eye on? I already had someone buy it for you." With that, he quickly turned and walked briskly back into the hotel. Watching his eager, retreating back, I stood on the sidewalk, trembling all over. Two cleaning ladies passing by were chatting. "Wow, the guy in the presidential suite really dotes on his wife and kid." "Yeah, every time he comes, he specifically asks for the baby crib with rounded edges. Says he's afraid the kid will bump his head." "Just now I saw him peeling shrimp for the woman. Tsk, makes you jealous." I couldn't hold it in any longer. I raised my hand and threw the cake box directly into a nearby trash can. 3 I flagged down a cab and headed straight for the train station. Along the way, my hands and feet were freezing, but my mind was exceptionally clear. I opened Instagram, searched the location tag for the hotel, and typed in keywords: "baby," "anniversary." Quickly, a mommy-blogger account named "Chloe's Darling Life" popped up. Her latest post was from half an hour ago. In the photo, a man was holding a little boy, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the city skyline. The caption read: [Daddy finally finished work and came to celebrate our sixth birthday with us! Baby wished that Daddy and Mommy would be together forever. Love you, hubby~] The background was unmistakably that presidential suite. I kept scrolling down, my thumb swiping faster and faster, my heart growing colder and colder. This account had documented an entire six years. From prenatal checkups, giving birth, postpartum recovery, to the boy learning to walk and starting kindergarten. At every major milestone, that man—always shown only from behind or in profile—was there. Finally, I scrolled to her pinned post. It was a photo of a pink diamond tennis bracelet, with the caption: [Someone insisted on buying me this flashy thing, saying it's a limited edition. But how am I supposed to hold the baby wearing this? It's too scratchy. It's just sitting in my jewelry box now.] I looked closely. It was the exact limited-edition pink diamond bracelet I had been obsessing over but couldn't bring myself to buy. A follower commented below: [Wow, Chloe, your husband loves you so much! So jealous!] Chloe replied: [He said six years ago that he chose us, and he would love us for the rest of his life.] Large drops of tears smashed onto the phone screen, blurring my vision. Right then, Chloe posted a new update. The camera panned over a floor covered in red roses, ending on a nightstand with an opened box of condoms. In the video, Chloe's sickly-sweet voice could be heard: "Hubby, for our next baby, do you want a boy or a girl?" Immediately after, Liam's deep, laughing voice replied: "As long as it's yours, I don't care." My entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Unable to stop myself, I dialed Liam's number with trembling fingers. It rang for a long time. Just as it was about to go to voicemail, the call connected. "Hello? Honey?" Liam sounded slightly out of breath. I took a deep breath, forcing down the tremor in my voice: "Liam, if... if I was pregnant, would you be happy?" There was a two-second silence on the other end. Then came Liam's gentle, reassuring laugh: "Silly, didn't I get a vasectomy? How could you be pregnant?" "Besides, giving birth hurts too much. I couldn't bear to see you suffer." Just then, Chloe's seductive, urging voice could be faintly heard in the background: "Hubby... the bath is ready, hurry up..." Though the voice was quiet, in the dead of night, it was incredibly loud. Liam obviously panicked for a second, speaking hurriedly. "Honey, the signal is bad here. What do you want for dinner tonight? I'll take you out after my meeting." I stared at the pregnancy test results in my hand and spoke flatly. "No need. I suddenly lost my appetite." I could practically hear Liam let out a sigh of relief on the other end: "Then get some rest early, honey. I pulled a few all-nighters for this project and I'm really exhausted. I'll make it up to you when I get back. Be good." Hearing the dial tone as he hung up, I let out a self-deprecating laugh. When the train arrived, I took a cab straight to the clinic. I lay on the operating table, watching the anesthesia slowly push into my IV. "Ms. Miller, are you absolutely certain? The fetus is developing very healthily." The doctor asked for final confirmation. "I'm certain." I closed my eyes, tears sliding silently down my temples. After the procedure, I lay in bed at home for two full days. During those two days, Liam called dozens of times. I didn't answer a single one. On the third day, my mother-in-law called. "Rylee, tonight is Liam's 30th birthday, we're having a family dinner at the estate. Your parents and your brother are already here. Get ready and come over." 4 I agreed, put on a full face of makeup, slipped into a striking, crimson evening gown, and pushed open the heavy oak doors of the Thorne estate. My mother grabbed my hand, frowning at me: "Rylee, where have you been these past two days? Liam said you were throwing a tantrum and you wouldn't answer your phone." My brother, Ethan Miller, walked over, his brow furrowed: "Why are you so pale? Did Liam do something to you?" Before I could answer, Liam walked over briskly. He naturally wrapped an arm around my waist, coaxing me in a low voice: "Honey, are you still mad that I didn't spend the day with you?" "I promise, I'll never go to another meeting like that again." Saying that, he pulled out a velvet box and opened it like presenting a treasure. It was the exact limited-edition pink diamond bracelet Chloe had called "flashy" and "scratchy." "I pulled a lot of strings to win this at an auction. I think only my wife is worthy of its beauty." Liam looked at me with deep affection. I didn't take it. I picked up a glass of red wine from a passing waiter and threw the contents directly into Liam's face. "Rylee! What are you doing!" My mother gasped, standing up and rushing over to grab my hand. My mother-in-law froze, and when she recovered, her face was ugly: "Rylee, Liam treats you so well! Even if you have a little temper, you need to know when and where to show it!" Liam wiped the wine off his face, surprisingly not angry at all. He gave a bitter smile and waved it off to the elders: "It's fine. It's my fault I neglected Rylee on my business trip. She's upset, let her get it out of her system." My mom quickly tried to smooth things over, smiling and changing the subject: "Rylee went to the hospital for a checkup a few days ago, and we have good news! Liam has been talking about it non-stop these past few days. If you guys can have a baby, he says his life will be complete." Liam froze, then looked at me with an expression of wild ecstasy. "Honey, you're pregnant? I'm going to be a dad?" I sneered, pulled the abortion clinic paperwork from my designer clutch, and slapped it onto the table. "I was pregnant. But I already had it aborted." The ecstasy on Liam's face instantly froze. He stumbled backward, his eyes turning bloodshot. "Why?" I pulled the divorce papers from my clutch and threw them in his face. "Liam Thorne, I've already seen Chloe Davis and your six-year-old son." "After six years, aren't you exhausted from all the acting?"
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