On the night of my 30th birthday, I waited until the early hours of the morning, but my husband, Theodore Hawk never showed up. Instead, I came across an Instagram post from his childhood sweetheart, Emily Gallagher. [What romantic is not the starry night, it’s having you by my side.] In the picture, she was wearing a delicate, sky-blue camisole that revealed just enough to charm and seduce. A man stood close behind her, his hand firmly gripping her waist. The scene was set in the seaside villa that Theodore had gifted her, their figures intimately entwined under the soft glow of the night. Someone had commented beneath the post: [I can’t stand you two being this lovey-dovey all the time! Just get married already!] Emily had responded with a shy-face emoji. I had just liked the post when Theodore, who I had failed to reach all night, blew up my phone with calls. “Are you out of your mind, Camilla? Emi and I grew up together! If we wanted to be together, we would’ve done so long ago! Why are you being so petty?” Looking at how Theodore gently held her in his arms, comforting her, I realized something. Letting go of someone you’ve loved for seven years… can take only a moment. … When Theodore returned, I was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast. Ever since his childhood sweetheart had come back, we hadn’t seen much of each other. As our eyes met, I could sense a faint trace of annoyance in his gaze. He glanced at my single serving and sat across from me. “Where’s my breakfast?” I didn’t look at him. I continued eating from my bowl. “I didn’t make you any.” Theodore let out a cold laugh, then pulled out a necklace and tossed it at me. “All this because I didn’t spend your birthday with you? Is this really necessary? You’re so petty. Anyway, that’s your gift.” I glanced at the cheap-looking necklace on the table. Immediately, I thought of the sapphire necklace with diamond accents that adorned Emily’s neck on her social media post. The one Theodore threw at me wasn’t worth even a fraction of hers. I chuckled, finding myself agreeing with something she’d posted recently. She had said: [The perfect match is a gift from the heavens] The caption was beneath a photo of her nestling in Theodore’s arms. They were gazing at each other with shy affection. I knew it all too well. Theodore and I came from vastly different backgrounds. He was the son of Jupiter City’s wealthiest family, while my parents were just ordinary university professors. But still, he had been the one who pursued me… When I remained silent, Theodore sneered at me. “What’s this? Are you so moved by just one necklace?” I set down my spoon and looked up at him. As he watched, I stood up and then tossed the necklace straight into the trash. “Thanks, but I have plenty of cheap necklaces like this one. You don’t have to bother next time.” His eyes flashed in anger. “Are you crazy? Whether I give you gifts or not, you’re still not happy. What more do you want from me? You know how busy I’ve been at work!” I raised my eyes, meeting his with a cold stare. “So spending time with Emily counts as being busy? Having dinner with her is what you call work?” Theodore scoffed, his face full of disdain as he looked at me. “Do you think you’re better than Emi? What part of you even comes close to her? My patience is wearing thin. You better take it out of the trash now! I ignored him and turned to leave. “Didn’t you hear me? I said pick it up!” he shouted angrily. Suddenly, Theodore grabbed the vase from the table and hurled it at me. I tried to dodge the vase, but as it filled my vision, I felt it strike my forehead. The vase shattered on impact, and immediately, I felt warm blood trickling down my face. It wasn’t until then that a glimmer of sanity returned to Theodore’s eyes. He rushed to grab a napkin from the table and held it to my forehead. “I…lost my temper. Are you alright?”
My face turned pale. I pressed one hand tightly against the wound on my forehead, while the other gently moved toward my abdomen. Theodore hadn’t noticed. Instead, he turned around and reached for the car keys to take me to the hospital. But just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and in an instant, seemed to abandon his plan. Without a second thought, he picked up the call. Whatever was said on the other end of the line made his expression suddenly serious, yet his voice was soft, unusually tender. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right there.” He hung up, grabbed his keys, and rushed to the door. As he reached the entrance, I called out to him. “Theodore!” He didn’t stop moving, but when he looked at me, his eyes were filled with disgust. “Something’s happened to Emi. Can’t you, just for once, stop being so needy and understand what’s going on?” I stood up, one hand holding my forehead, the other clutching my abdomen. The intense pain made it hard to breathe, but I pushed through the agony and forced myself to speak. “I know. I won’t stop you from going to her,” I said, my voice weak. “But can you please call an ambulance for me first? I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” Theodore’s expression darkened as he glared at me. “You’ll say anything to keep me from seeing Emi, won’t you?” he sneered. “It’s just a little blood on your head. What’s the emergency?” With that, he left and slammed the door behind him. The pain was overwhelming, almost unbearable. I forced myself to stay conscious as I slowly made my way toward the dining table. What usually took a few steps now felt like an impossible journey. By the time I reached it, blood had already pooled beneath me, forming a trail across the floor. I bit my lip hard, trying to keep myself from blacking out. Grabbing my phone, I barely managed to give the dispatcher my address before everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, it was already night. The first thing I saw was a doctor standing over me, concern in his eyes. Noticing I had regained consciousness, he asked me a few routine questions and then spoke gently. “Miss Sands, the blood test results show that you are six weeks pregnant,” the doctor said gently. “However, your forehead injury is quite serious, which complicates the situation for your baby. You need to take precautions to protect your pregnancy.” I sat on the bed, momentarily at a loss as I stared at the doctor. “You mean I’m… pregnant?” “Yes. You need to rest well,” he replied before turning to leave. Suddenly, I found myself alone in the vast hospital room. It took me a long time to process the news of my pregnancy. I tried calling Theodore but the call would not connect. Just then I received a notification for a new post on my Instagram account. It was Emily. [You are my childhood sweetheart, my forever support.] In the accompanying photo, she stood behind Theodore, fear evident on her face as she looked at a cockroach in front of him. Theodore held her protectively in his arms. They looked so sweet together, and many of her followers commented on the photo. [Couple goals!] [Are they squashing a cockroach or showing off their love? My heart can’t take it…] I let out a hysterical laugh. I wasn’t going to bother trying to reach Theodore, so I called the best divorce lawyer in the city. “Hello, I’d like to inquire about getting a divorce…” By the time I hung up, it was already late at night. Gazing up at the starry sky, I was surprised to feel a sense of relief wash over me. A week went by before my condition stabilized. During that time, Theodore hadn’t called me once. I didn’t think much of it but on the day of my discharge, I saw his name on my caller ID. As soon as the call connected, I heard the edge in his voice. “Do you even care about this family?” he asked. I remained silent for a long moment before finally responding. “I’m in the hospital.” It was his turn to be silent. No doubt he had forgotten about the time he had struck my forehead with a vase. Just as I was about to hang up, Theodore spoke again. “I’m coming to see you. Wait for me at the hospital.” I frowned, ready to refuse, but before I could voice my objection, he had already hung up. Looking out at the pouring rain, I had no choice but to sit in the hospital lobby and wait. An hour passed, then two, and still, he did not show up.
As soon as I opened my Instagram, I noticed a post from Emily. [Thank goodness I have you to comfort me.] The accompanying photo showed her in her kitchen, where Theodore was preparing porridge. Seeing the flood of envious comments below, I silently wiped away the tears that gathered at the corners of my eyes. Once, when I was bedridden with a high fever, I begged him for just a cup of hot water, but he refused. Now, he was happily cooking for Emily. I suddenly realized I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked at the e-ride app on my phone, which showed the car I had been trying to hail for ages still hadn’t arrived. Determined, I braved the pouring rain and walked toward the bus stop. Although it was only a few dozen meters away, each step felt like miles. Large raindrops hammered down on me, and with every step, a sharp pain surged through my abdomen. I pressed a hand against my belly, my face pale, a bandage still wrapped around my head. Many people on the bus noticed my condition and quickly offered me their seats, asking if I needed a doctor. I shook my head and declined their offers. By the time I returned home, it was already past eight in the evening. As I stepped through the door, I found Theodore sitting in the living room. He was livid. “Why didn’t you let me know you were coming back? Do you have any idea how long I searched for you at the hospital?” I grabbed a towel and wiped my face. “I called you. You didn’t answer,” I said calmly. “And half an hour ago, Emily posted that it’s so nice to have you by her side.” A flicker of embarrassment crossed Theodore’s face. He had not expected me to call him out. He was momentarily at a loss for words. “What are you on about? Emi is on her period. What’s wrong with me keeping her company? Why are you being so petty about it?” I let out a derisive laugh. In the past, I might have had a huge argument with him but this time, I simply grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed into the bathroom. “I won’t do it again,” I muttered to myself. As the hot water cascaded over me, it washed away the chill that had settled in my bones. Looking down, I noticed blood trickling down my legs… The night before, I hadn’t slept well, as the pain in my abdomen kept pulling me in and out of sleep. When I finally woke up the next morning, I felt dazed. Stepping out of my room, I caught sight of Theodore returning home. Perhaps realizing that he had overstepped in recent days, he was unexpectedly gentle. “You’re awake. I brought you breakfast.” I nodded without saying a word and went straight into the bathroom to wash up. When I finally emerged, Theodore was waiting for me. “Sit down and have breakfast. I’m free today, so I can take you to see that movie you’ve always wanted to watch.” The film had received countless rave reviews since its release, and I had asked Theodore to go with me many times before, only to be turned down each time. It wasn’t until I saw Emily’s post with her movie ticket that I realized he was genuinely busy and not that he didn’t want to accompany me. “I don’t want to go,” I replied. His face instantly darkened with anger at my refusal. He grabbed my wrist and shouted, “How many times do I have to tell you, Camilla? Emi and I are just friends! “She was unwell yesterday, so I went to keep her company. Why are you being this way? Insisting that I have something going on with her?” I calmly withdrew my hand and looked at him. “I know you two are just childhood friends.” I tried to explain, but he regarded me with skepticism as if searching for something in my gaze. Disappointment washed over him, for I remained composed, steadfastly meeting his eyes. My face showed no emotion, but for some reason, seeing that I wasn’t angry only seemed to fuel Theodore’s irritation. He turned and stormed into the bedroom, quickly changed his clothes, and slammed the door behind him. I didn’t pay him any mind and simply followed him out the door. I had an appointment with my lawyer to discuss the details of the divorce, and I couldn’t afford to be late. By the time I finished talking with my lawyer, it was already afternoon. Just as I was about to grab the divorce agreement to show Theodore, his call came in. “Get ready. I’ll pick you up at home later.” I furrowed my brow. Before I could even voice my refusal, he hung up. Reluctantly, I set the divorce agreement aside and called a cab to head home. After arriving home and grabbing a cup of hot water, I noticed Theodore’s car pulled up outside the building. I frowned but had no choice but to go downstairs. When he saw my bare face and the casual clothes I wore, a flicker of surprise crossed his expression then immediately soured. “What are you wearing?” he snapped. “You couldn’t even bother to put on some makeup or change into a decent outfit?” Just as his words hung in the air, the front passenger door swung open. Emily stepped out in an exquisite evening gown, wearing the very diamond necklace she had showcased in her post. With a meaningful look at me, she strolled over to Theodore and wrapped her arm around his. “I’m sorry, Theo. It’s all my fault for forgetting to tell Camilla” Theodore’s expression softened instantly as he gazed at Emily. He casually draped an arm over her shoulder. “It’s alright. You’ve been so busy, it’s understandable that you forgot.” I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I watched the two of them bask in their affection. Just as I turned away from them, Theodore called out to me again. “Get in the car.” As I approached the vehicle, I glanced at the passenger seat and noticed a sticker prominently displayed there. It read: [The Goddess Emi’s Exclusive Seat].
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