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He carefully picked me up, cradling me horizontally, pressing me close to his chest:
“I was really about to die of anxiety. Ana, no more disappearing for over an hour, understand?”
His tears fell, big drops splashing on my chest, but they were light, and no longer reached my heart.
He said he loved me, but at the same time, trampled on me.
He treated me like a fool.
Yancy, which one of you is the real one?
At home, despite the dirt and faint blood on his knees, Yancy laid me on the sofa and kneeled beside me, massaging my back and abdomen.
The doctor had said that my baby was in the wrong position, and that I needed professional massages for at least 30 minutes every day.
Though we hired a massage therapist, Yancy still took the time to learn for half a month, and would always personally give me a massage when he had the chance.
His hands were long, pale, and skillful–usually, I would enjoy the massages, letting out satisfied hums.
But today, whenever I closed my eyes, I saw the scene from the plane.
Those hands, roaming freely over another woman’s body. Perhaps…
I couldn’t help but gag, pushing him away with both hands and feet.
“I don’t want the massage anymore.”
His expression turned serious:
“Ana, if you don’t get the massage, you’ll have to drink the special pregnancy soup. You choose.”
I buried my head and started retching even more violently.
He gently patted my back, his tone still firm:
“Ana, sweetheart, your baby’s position is wrong. Don’t be so stubborn. If something happens, what should
I do?”
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“We’ll only have this one child. Think of our future, be good, okay?”
Our future… I sneered internally.
I had trapped myself in his gentleness and patience, becoming the stepping stone for his future with
another woman.
I never knew how foolish I could be.
I refused to let him touch me, but he brought me the pregnancy soup anyway.
The medicine was bitter, but it couldn’t compare to the bitterness in my heart.
Maybe it was the shock from earlier, but in the middle of the night, a sharp pain struck my abdomen.
The family doctor said there were signs of premature labor and advised that I go to the hospital to wait
for delivery.
Yancy’s face went pale with fear.
He immediately chartered a plane to take me to the best maternal and child hospital in the capital.
As soon as I lay down on the plane, the flight attendant came over with drinks and snacks.
I recognized her instantly–she was Yancy’s mistress.
A young, beautiful girl in uniform, but her top was deliberately left undone at a few buttons.
When she bent over to offer drinks, her ample cleavage spilled out.
Yancy froze for a moment, glaring at her fiercely, as though warning her not to get too bold.
But when she gently brushed his hand while handing him juice, a small, mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips.
The plane was empty, and after she handed him a blanket, she still didn’t leave.
“I really envy Mrs. Smith for having such a wonderful husband. He even chartered an entire plane just for you to give birth.”
“Wish my boyfriend would learn from him, but he won’t even let me get pregnant…”
Then, she quickly put her hand over her mouth, feigning embarrassment: “Sorry, I blurted out.”
But in her eyes, there wasn’t an ounce of apology–only smugness and provocation.
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The pain in my abdomen intensified.
I ignored her, lowering my head and pretending to look at my phone.
But a friend request popped up on the screen.
I glanced at the two people beside me, tension simmering between them, and quickly accepted.
Following my instincts, I tapped into her profile.
Pinned at the top was an announcement:
A wedding ring that can only be customized once in a lifetime. Thank you, my husband.
The accompanying photo showed two hands intertwined.
One of them was long and strong, with distinct knuckles and a signature mole on the wrist.
It was Yancy.
The rings on their fingers belonged to a famous foreign brand, one that required the couple to pick them up in person. Expensive. Irreplaceable. One per lifetime.
Before our wedding, I had looked at them countless times, but we had to give up on the idea because Yancy was too busy with his competitions.
A sharp cramp twisted in my abdomen, dragging my heart down with it, the pain searing as if it were bleeding.
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