I fell and started bleeding profusely after shielding Lucas from a flying teacup, threatening my pregnancy. As the ambulance arrived, Lucas’s first love called, asking him to bring her some sanitary pads. Despite the paramedics’ objections, he insisted on leaving. “I’m not a doctor. It’s useless for me to stay here. Don’t be so dramatic,” he said coldly. “I’ll be back after I deliver these to Lily.” I fell and started bleeding after shielding Lucas Gray from a flying teacup. As the ambulance arrived, Lucas’s first love called, asking him to bring her some sanitary pads. Despite the paramedics’ objections, he insisted on leaving. “I’m not a doctor. It’s useless for me to stay here. Don’t be so dramatic,” he said coldly. “I’ll be back after I deliver these to Lily.” With those words, Lucas hurried across the street and hailed a taxi. I curled up in pain on the stretcher as the paramedics lifted me into the ambulance. Sharp pain spread through my abdomen, as if invisible hands were violently twisting my insides. I was drenched in cold sweat, unable to utter a word. The paramedics’ angry comments reached my ears. “What kind of person is he? His wife is in this condition, and he just runs off? What if we need a signature for surgery?” “Never seen anyone refuse to accompany their family member after calling an ambulance. What could be more important than your loved one’s life?” “A dog would be more loyal than that.” My own husband, willing to abandon his critically ill wife to buy sanitary pads for his first love. How ridiculous is that? Tears slid down my cheeks as I watched Lucas’s retreating figure through blurry vision. Then, I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, four hours had passed. Lucas still hadn’t shown up. The hospital room was eerily quiet. I instinctively tried to sit up, but the sharp pain forced me back down. A nurse entered with an IV drip and quickly stopped me. “You just had a miscarriage surgery. Don’t move.” I froze, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision. So, before I even had a chance to feel its presence, that little life had silently slipped away. Did the baby sense that its father didn’t care about it, and decide not to come into this world? The nurse tried to comfort me, “You’re still young. You can have children in the future.” I forced a smile, staring at the fluorescent light on the ceiling for a long time until my eyes hurt. Then I turned and picked up my phone from the bedside table. There were only work messages on it. Nothing else. Lucas had said he’d come back after delivering the sanitary pads to his first love. But he hadn’t appeared even after the surgery was over. A hint of mockery crossed my pale face. In his eyes, buying sanitary pads for his first love was more important than my life.
My relationship with Lucas was an accident. Years ago, my father, for the sake of a business deal, deliberately drugged me and sent me to the bed of a 50-year-old coal tycoon. After escaping with all my strength, I accidentally stumbled into Lucas’s room, where we ended up having sex. This scene was caught by the media and became trending news. My parents, of course, wouldn’t miss this opportunity to climb the social ladder. My father deliberately used the pressure from public opinion, and in the end, Lucas and I were forced to get married. Although he was like those pampered rich boys, arrogant and unruly, I thought this marriage was just a forced arrangement, maintaining only appearances, and would eventually end in divorce. When did things start to change? Perhaps it was the first time he stood up for me against his parents, shielding me like a protective lion. “She’s the wife of the Gray family. If you want to give her a hard time, you’ll have to go through me first,” he had said coldly. He would cancel all his appointments on my birthday to personally bake me a cake. He once rented hundreds of drones to form my name in the sky, lighting up fireworks across the entire city for a whole night. He took me on a motorcycle trip around the entire Northwest. Once, when I mentioned craving chestnuts, he made a special hour-long detour just to buy some for me. Although our relationship didn’t have a good start, it didn’t prevent us from enjoying a happy married life afterward. I thought our relationship would continue like this. But when did things change? I guess it was the day his childhood sweetheart returned from America after her divorce. That day, we had planned to attend a concert together. He stood me up. I waited stupidly in the cold wind for three hours until the concert ended, but he never showed up. It was the first time he had broken a promise since we got married. Later, I found out from online photos that he had gone to pick up his first love. After that, his first love would always “coincidentally” appear wherever we went – friend gatherings, movie nights, and so on. At first, I would question him, but he would always laugh it off carelessly, saying, “We’re just friends.” Eventually, I got used to it, even became numb to it. I even started counting down the days of our marriage.
Meanwhile, Lily posted on her social media: “During that special time of the month, I’m so glad you’re always here for me. Touched, heart emoji.” The picture showed a pack of sanitary pads and a man’s profile. The comments section was flooded: “Ooh, are you two… back together?” “Lucas still loves you after all.” In their circle of friends, Lily and Lucas were like Cinderella and Prince Charming. Although Lily was the daughter of his family’s former housekeeper, she had managed to climb the social ladder using her connection with Lucas. Everyone in their circle supported their relationship. However, as the Gray family was a top-tier company in the country, they would never allow their pride and joy to marry a housekeeper’s daughter. For them, girls from such backgrounds were fine for casual dating, but could never be welcomed into the Gray family. To prove herself, Lily had hastily married a wealthy suitor and moved abroad. It wasn’t until a month ago that she returned to the country after her divorce. I stared at that post for a long time. As I was about to exit, I accidentally liked it. The next second, Lucas called. Before I could speak, Lily’s voice came through the speaker. “Hey, sis! Are you okay now? I just found out that Lucas left you alone to buy me pads. That’s terrible! I’ve already scolded him for it. How could he treat you like that? I’m apologizing on his behalf.” Her words held no trace of sincerity; they sounded more like bragging. She then complained to Lucas, “It’s all your fault. How could you abandon her when she was in such danger? If anything had happened to her, I wouldn’t have forgiven you.” Lucas lazily replied, “The doctors were already there. I couldn’t have done much anyway. Besides, you were more urgent, weren’t you?”
Lily feigned embarrassment, “What are you saying? Don’t make your wife misunderstand.” Her tone couldn’t hide her smugness. I calmly spoke up, “Are you two done talking?” Lily continued in her coy voice, “Sis, Lucas and I are just friends. Please don’t misunderstand.” Before she could finish, Lucas’s lazy voice interrupted, “Why are you explaining? My wife isn’t that petty.” “Honey, you sound fine. I won’t come over tonight. Take care of yourself, and I’ll visit you in the morning, okay?” He made a kissing sound into the phone, “Love you!” The line went dead. I held the phone, frozen for a moment, before putting it down. I couldn’t help but laugh, but as I laughed, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Tonight was supposed to be the usual Gray family dinner. During the meal, someone intentionally mentioned the recent trending photos of Lucas and Lily looking intimate. Mr. Gray warned him to be careful and not mess around outside. Lucas, seemingly deliberately defiant, raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, “Even if I wanted to divorce and marry her now, do you think you could stop me? You think I’m still the same Lucas you can push around?” Indeed, the Gray family was now entirely under Lucas’s control, and he had the power to protect whoever he wanted. His provocative attitude angered Mr. Gray, who threw his teacup at him in a fit of rage. As the cup was about to hit his face, I instinctively shielded him. The scalding tea poured down my back. Seeing this, Mr. Gray stormed off angrily. Lucas quickly pulled me towards him, trying to lift my clothes to examine the wound. I instinctively stepped back but tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. Intense pain suddenly overwhelmed me. He urgently called for an ambulance. Seeing his anxious gaze, I thought the old him had returned. I remembered when I accidentally cut my finger while cooking, and he anxiously dragged me to the hospital. The doctor had joked that if we’d arrived any later, the wound would have already healed. I instinctively gripped his arm tightly, unable to hold back a painful groan, “It hurts so much…” He kept comforting me, saying the ambulance would arrive soon, telling me not to be afraid. But unexpectedly, just as the ambulance arrived, he received a call from Lily and left without hesitation.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Lucas finally showed up. He brought my favorite dumplings, acting as if nothing had happened, and offered them to me. I didn’t take them, my eyes unconsciously glancing at the clock on the wall. It was already 10 AM. He followed my gaze and feigned sudden realization, “Lily wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t go out, so I delivered to her first. That’s why I’m late.” “Don’t worry, nothing happened between us.” He leaned closer with a mischievous smile, reaching out to stroke my hair. But the pungent jasmine perfume emanating from him made me want to vomit. I frowned and instinctively leaned away. Seeing this, his expression froze, and he opened his mouth as if to say something. I looked straight at him and said flatly, “Let’s get a divorce, Lucas.” His smile gradually faded, his face instantly darkening. His tone was filled with disbelief and incomprehension. “Just because I went to deliver sanitary pads to Lily? You want a divorce over such a small thing?” “You know I tricked her into the water back then, which caused her painful periods. Is it wrong for me to take care of her?” “She was worried you’d be upset about it, and she couldn’t sleep all night because of it.” I had heard before that when Lucas was young, he loved to play pranks. When he first met Lily, he tricked her into getting into the water, saying there was money in it. But it happened to be during her period, and ever since then, she experienced painful menstruation. In his view, I was just upset because he had abandoned me yesterday. And me? If I hadn’t shielded him from that teacup yesterday, I wouldn’t have miscarried and ended up in the hospital. As my husband, he didn’t even ask about my condition. Lucas looked at me with disappointment, as if I was being unreasonable. But I didn’t care anymore.
Lucas didn’t agree to the divorce and stormed off angrily. In his view, I was just throwing a tantrum, deliberately acting out. After all, without his protection, where could I find someone better? After that day, Lucas never contacted me again. He had always been the golden boy, used to being adored. He was waiting for me to apologize first. But how could that be possible?
After being discharged from the hospital, I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers. Then I rushed home to pack my luggage for a business trip. In my opinion, no matter how rich others are, it’s better to have your own money and capabilities. As I was going downstairs, Lucas’s mother was sitting in the living room, looking displeased at my suitcase. “Going on another business trip?” The company I managed required frequent travel, with about a third of each month spent away. I gave a light “Mm” in response. Hearing this, she slammed the magazine she was holding onto the coffee table and scolded, “You’re a woman, always busy with work and never at home. Married for years and still no children?” “A woman should stay at home, support her husband, and raise children. Why are you competing with men for business?” Lucas’s mother had always been dissatisfied with me. In her view, since I married into the Gray family, I should have quit my job and stayed at home to prepare for pregnancy and raise children. She then commanded, “Quit your job immediately. If I don’t have a grandchild within a year, you two should get divorced.” In the past, out of respect for Lucas, I rarely talked back. I always tried to tolerate her unreasonable demands. But now, I didn’t want to serve anymore. I smiled and said, “No need to wait. We can divorce anytime. I’ll step aside.” Her face changed, and she glared at me angrily, about to say something. I continued, “Actually, there was a child, but unfortunately, you weren’t destined to meet. I miscarried two days ago.” As soon as I finished speaking, there was a commotion at the door. Lucas stood there, his eyes full of disbelief. “What did you say?” He strode over and gripped my hands tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” If he had paid even a little attention to me, he would have known why I was hospitalized. I forcefully pulled my hands from his grip, a hint of mockery flashing in my eyes as I sneered, “Isn’t all this because of you?”
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