When I was eight months pregnant, I was pushed down the stairs by Chloe Harrison, my husband Gabriel Wellington’s secretary who had been harboring a secret crush on him for eight years. When I woke up, my child was gone, and my uterus had been completely removed. Gabriel wept and swore to severely punish the perpetrator. As a lawyer, he personally took on the case and sent Chloe to prison. I was plagued by nightmares of losing my child every night, and he would always hold me gently to comfort me. “Don’t be afraid. The person who hurt you has already paid the price. It doesn’t matter whether we have children or not—I just need you to be safe.” But his words only made me feel more guilty, and I continued actively seeking treatment. Six months later, I ran into Gabriel at the obstetrics department, accompanying Chloe—who should have been serving her sentence—for a prenatal checkup. She playfully swatted his chest with a coquettish pout: “You acted so convincingly back then, I actually thought you really wanted to send me to prison. Thank goodness our child is okay.” Gabriel caressed Chloe’s pregnant belly with a gentle laugh, his eyes brimming with tenderness: “How else would Olivia believe it? Once our child is born, I’ll have her ‘adopt’ the baby from an orphanage and bring it home. Since she loves me so much, she’ll definitely agree.” Gabriel caressed Chloe’s pregnant belly with a gentle laugh, his eyes brimming with tenderness: “How else would Olivia believe it? Once our child is born, I’ll have her ‘adopt’ the baby from an orphanage and bring it home. Since she loves me so much, she’ll definitely agree.” Their laughter gradually faded into the distance. I touched my flat abdomen, feeling ice-cold all over. It turned out that from the moment I fell down those stairs, I had fallen into their carefully orchestrated deception. ***** In the distance, Chloe leaned completely into Gabriel’s embrace, her voice sickeningly sweet: “Gabriel, there’s still two weeks until my due date. I’m so scared Olivia will discover our child.” He lowered his head to kiss her forehead, speaking softly: “Don’t worry. She’s been depressed ever since the miscarriage and doesn’t have the energy to pay attention to us. Besides, I already had the doctor remove her uterus—no one can threaten our child’s position.” Anyone who witnessed this scene would think they were the real married couple. I felt dizzy. Only after they disappeared around the corner did I collapse weakly to the floor. For this precious child, I had endured countless shots to prevent miscarriage, all just to have a happy, complete family with Gabriel. But he and Chloe had destroyed my child and completely stripped away my right to bear children. Now, he even wanted me to help them raise their child. I unconsciously touched the ugly scar on my abdomen, tears instantly falling. What I thought was Gabriel’s tenderness and love had all been an illusion. When I wiped away my tears and returned to the hospital room, the attending physician noticed my pale complexion and asked with concern: “Ms. Parker, why didn’t Mr. Wellington come with you for your follow-up today?” I forced a smile: “He has a case to try, so I came by myself.” In the past, I had completely believed Gabriel’s excuse. It wasn’t until I witnessed that scene with my own eyes that I realized every time he abandoned me, it was to be with Chloe. Returning home with my follow-up medical records, a familiar aroma drifted from the kitchen. “Olivia, you’re back?” Gabriel emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron and pulled me into his embrace. “Today is our sixth wedding anniversary. I specially caught the earliest flight back. Are you surprised?” When I smelled the perfume on him that didn’t belong to me, I felt nauseous and instinctively pushed him away.
He immediately became tense, carefully checking my condition: “Olivia, what’s wrong? Are you having headaches again?” After the miscarriage, I had developed severe depression and often suffered from persistent headaches. Gabriel knew this well, and he seemed to care about me more than anyone. But at this moment, looking at his concerned face, I only felt disgusted from the bottom of my heart. I took a deep breath and finally answered after a long pause: “I’m fine, just tired from the walk home.” “Then rest for a while. I made your favorite clam soup.” He then turned to busy himself in the kitchen, but I caught sight of his phone on the sofa flashing with message notifications. [Gabriel, when are you bringing the clam soup to me today? Our baby is kicking me again—he’s thinking of you.] My breathing caught. Gabriel came out carrying the soup. His eyes swept across the phone screen and instantly filled with tenderness. My stomach cramped. I looked down and saw several shrimp in the clam soup. I’m allergic to shrimp and had even been rushed to the emergency room once after accidentally eating some. Connecting this to the message I had just seen, I let out a bitter laugh. This clam soup was never meant for me from the beginning. So I picked up the soup and poured it into the trash can without hesitation. Gabriel froze, then his eyes widened: “Olivia, what are you doing?” Only after his gaze fell on the shrimp in the trash can did he frantically realize what had happened and rush forward to grab my hand. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I’ve been so exhausted lately that I forgot about your allergy. Today is our anniversary—how about I take you ring shopping tonight? Consider it my way of making it up to you.” Gabriel’s tone was sincere, but I only found it laughable. After he went into the kitchen with the dishes to clean up, I tremblingly dialed the phone number of his rival law firm. “Hello, could you help me with a divorce case?” After I hung up the phone, Gabriel emerged from the bedroom, already dressed. “Who were you talking to?” I turned off my phone screen. “Nothing important. The hospital reminded me about my final checkup next week.” Gabriel nodded. When we reached the parking garage, I had just opened the car door when a sickeningly sweet perfume scent hit me. I frowned and immediately held my breath. An adoption application form lay conspicuously on the passenger seat, with my name signed in the bottom right corner. Gabriel calmly picked up the application and offered a tentative explanation: “A few days ago, our law firm visited the orphanage for legal education outreach. I just grabbed a few forms while I was there.” He looked up at me but couldn’t meet my eyes directly. “Olivia, you’ve always wanted a child, haven’t you? Let’s go to the orphanage next month and adopt one, okay? Since you can no longer conceive, we’ll raise him as our own biological child.” I bit down hard on my lip, and the metallic taste of blood quickly filled my mouth. Even though I already knew the truth, hearing those words come from Gabriel’s mouth still sent a sharp pain through my heart. After taking several deep breaths to calm myself, I forced out a smile that looked no different from usual. “Sure.” He seemed surprised that I’d agreed so readily. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Olivia, we’re going to have a happy family.” The car headed toward the most luxurious jewelry store in the city center. When Gabriel parked, I entered the store first. “Mrs. Wellington, perfect timing! The diamond rings Mr. Wellington ordered just arrived!” The sales associate greeted me enthusiastically. She retrieved a deep blue velvet box from the safe, inside which lay a pair of dazzling diamond rings.
The woman’s ring was surrounded by a circle of smaller diamonds that sparkled brilliantly under the lights, leaving me astonished. “Mr. Wellington really loves you. He personally selected every diamond on this ring.” The sales associate smiled as she moved to help me try on the ring, but when she slipped it onto my ring finger, I noticed it was at least two sizes too large. My heart sank, and the sales associate’s smile froze on her face. Just then, Gabriel rushed through the door. He snatched the ring box away, his voice carrying barely detectable panic. “That pair is for a client I’m ordering for. Olivia, I ordered a different pair for you.” The sales associate, her face pale, retrieved an ordinary red box from the bottom shelf of the display case. The ring inside was much more modest. The diamond on the ring was tiny, and the band even had a slightly yellow tint. Gabriel pushed the ring toward me, looking somewhat guilty. “Olivia, happy six-year anniversary. Lately, my law firm has been having cash flow problems, so…” I stared at that shabby ring, remembering how six years ago on our wedding day, he had promised to buy me the most brilliant diamond ring. His vows seemed to still echo in my ears, yet he had long since fallen in love with another woman. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. I smiled without saying anything and gently placed the ring back in the box. “It’s fine. My hands have been hurting lately, so I can’t wear rings anyway.” Gabriel felt somewhat guilty and put his arm around my waist. “It’s still early. Let’s go to that restaurant you love.” But when we got to the restaurant, his phone rang just as our appetizers arrived. The moment his phone screen lit up, I clearly saw the caller ID showing an intimate photo of him and Chloe. My grip on the knife and fork instantly tightened. Gabriel hung up and looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, Olivia. My firm just got an urgent case. I need to go handle it, but I’ll be back soon.” He immediately stood up and left with hurried steps. I calmly got up and hailed a taxi to follow him. As I expected, Gabriel’s car didn’t head toward his law firm but drove toward the suburbs instead. A villa appeared before my eyes, with Chloe, her pregnant belly prominent, standing at the entrance waiting eagerly. When she saw Gabriel, she joyfully rushed to greet him and threw her arms around his neck. His face was full of adoration as he slipped that brilliant diamond ring onto her ring finger. Anyone who saw their intimate display would think they were newlyweds. My nails dug deep into my palms. I heard him say in a low voice: “Olivia agreed to the adoption. Rest well at home these next few days. Once our child is born, I’ll bring him home.”
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