My name is Maisey Wilson. When I was nine months pregnant, Sullivan Gray’s first love, Luna Wilson, also got pregnant. To protect Luna’s reputation, he hastily registered their marriage, making my child illegitimate. When I cried to him about it, his tone was cold: “An unwed pregnancy would damage her reputation. Don’t put me in a difficult position.” “If you terminate the pregnancy, we can continue our relationship.” That’s when I realized what I thought was love was just mutual convenience to him. Later, I did as he wished and terminated the pregnancy. While he was caring for Luna, I followed my family’s arrangement and married someone else. From then on, we never saw each other again. ***** “This little dress is so cute. Should we buy it for our daughter?” I heard Luna’s voice. She was holding her slightly rounded belly while Sullivan had his arm around her waist, their gestures intimate. Seeing me turn around, she smiled at me: “What a coincidence! How do you have time to shop for baby clothes?” “Have you found a father for the child in your belly?” Before I could process why they were together, I instinctively wanted to turn to Sullivan for help, but his coldness stung me, leaving me to lower my head helplessly. He wouldn’t let me reveal my identity, and I didn’t dare say that Sullivan was the father of my unborn child. After a long pause, I found an excuse: “He’s busy.” Luna glanced at my belly: “Your belly is already so big. You’re already an illegitimate daughter yourself—are you really going to make your child illegitimate too?” My eyes welled up with tears as I clenched my fists: “That’s not true.” Sullivan’s gentle voice came at just the right moment: “Maisey, you don’t look well. Should we take you home first?” I caught the warning in his words. I shook my head: “No need.” I buried my head lower and hurried away from the scene. Just as I stepped out of the store, Sullivan called after me. He handed me a bottle of water: “You look uncomfortable. Have some water first.” Then he lowered his voice: “Today caught me off guard. Go wait for me at the usual place, and I’ll explain everything later.” I caught sight of Luna’s venomous glare and shuddered in fear, not daring to take the bottle. I quickly nodded and hailed a cab to leave. The so-called “usual place” was a hotel suite under Sullivan’s name. Whenever he needed to see me, he would arrange to meet in the penthouse room. He had a sex addiction but refused medication, and I happened to adore him, willingly becoming his remedy. This twisted relationship had lasted over three years. I returned to the hotel to wait. It wasn’t until dark that Sullivan finally came back. He carried the scent of perfume, and I stopped myself from moving to embrace him. Sullivan just sat on the distant sofa. He said: “Luna is pregnant. An unwed pregnancy would damage her reputation.” “I’ve already registered our marriage. After her child is born, we’ll hold the wedding ceremony.” I choked up: “What about me? What do my child and I mean to you?” Sullivan’s tone was icy: “If you’re willing to terminate it, we can maintain our original relationship.” I stared at him in shock, even forgetting to wipe my tears: “What are you saying?” “In your heart, these three years between us—was it just that kind of relationship?” Sullivan finally looked directly at me: “I told you from the beginning that I had someone I liked. You and I were just using each other.” I tremblingly removed the ring from my right hand: “A year ago, you got down on one knee and proposed, saying you’d marry me someday. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have kept this child.” “The doctor said I’m nine months pregnant. Our baby is very healthy.” He knew how much I had looked forward to this new life over these nine months—I had even chosen names already. Sullivan interrupted impatiently: “That was just drunken nonsense. Besides, didn’t you enjoy our relationship? Now you’re acting like you’ve been wronged—for whose benefit?” “Yes, I did think about being with you officially after your child was born safely.” “But Luna confessed her feelings to me. She said she liked me and was willing to have my child.” “Now that she’s actually pregnant, how could I not take responsibility?” After saying this, his tone became even more stern: “Maisey, don’t put me in a difficult position.”
His words cut through me like a knife. My hand fell limply to my side, letting the ring roll away and disappear into the couch cushions. Everyone used to say Luna was Sullivan’s first love. The two had fallen in love and broken up abroad, like something straight out of a tragic romance novel. I had once asked him if this was true. He didn’t give me a straight answer, instead silencing my questions with a kiss. He said, “Now, I only have you.” His answer was vague, but I took those words as confirmation, as proof of our relationship. Now it seems the rumors were true after all. I had been deluding myself this whole time. I gripped the bedsheets tightly and whispered, “Okay.” Only then did Sullivan breathe a sigh of relief. He picked up his car keys and stood up. “You should go back to your place tonight,” he said. “I have things to handle too.” I walked downstairs alone and crouched by the roadside waiting for a ride. When I got home and pushed open the door, I was met with Luna’s resentful glare. “So you finally decided to come home?” she said. I froze in place and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong?” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Luna stepped forward and threw a stack of photos at my feet. She accused me, “You two are always clinging to each other. Today, even knowing I’m pregnant with his child, you still went and seduced him. You have no shame!” I kept my head down and silently picked up the scattered photos. They were all from today’s events. Seeing my silence, she grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I didn’t dare struggle, only asking quietly, “When did you find out?” Luna let out a cold laugh. “You’re just as stupid as your mother. I’ve been with him for so many years – I know everyone around him. You think it’s hard for me to investigate something? You’re just like your mother, always going after other women’s men.” With that, she slapped me hard across the face. Still not satisfied, she kicked me in the stomach. She continued, “You’re nothing but a bastard child. Let me tell you the truth – the baby in my belly isn’t even his. But he’s from the Gray family. As long as my child is born safely, they’ll be the Gray family heir, enjoying all the privileges. So I’m warning you, and your child too – don’t ever appear in front of him again!” With that, she let go. My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, kowtowing repeatedly until my forehead started bleeding. “That’s more like it. Next time won’t be so easy,” Luna snorted coldly, satisfied as she turned and headed back to her room. Only after she went upstairs did I drag my numb body slowly up the stairs. I couldn’t afford to cross anyone in the Wilson family. I was born from my father’s drunken mistake. When I was eight years old, my mother Camilla Wilson had schemed to kill Luna’s mother. My father had always despised me for being just a daughter, never even acknowledging my illegitimate status. Luna knew all of this, but when we were young, she couldn’t do anything about us. Over the years, she used Camilla’s attempts to please her to gradually drive a wedge between us, turning mother and daughter against each other. I was often so suppressed by her that I couldn’t go to school or eat, sometimes even having to sleep with the dogs at night. Only by obediently following Luna’s orders could I earn a hot meal and a peaceful night’s sleep. So for all these years, I never dared defy her. We had both fallen for Sullivan at first sight at a party, but neither of us dared approach him. It wasn’t until two years after they broke up that Sullivan approached me first, giving me the courage to get involved with him. But I never imagined they had gotten back together and even had a child. Given Luna’s personality, if I didn’t run away now, I’d probably end up dead. With trembling hands, I dialed a number: “Hello, you said before that you wanted to marry me. Does that still stand?”
A low chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Are you sure?” I said, “I’m sure.” He said, “Wait for me. I’m getting ready now.” With that, I immediately hung up the phone. Early the next morning, I was woken up by Sullivan’s call. “Come downstairs.” Before I could even react, my body had already quickly changed clothes and headed out the door. I had never refused any of Sullivan’s demands. Seeing me appear, Sullivan shoved me into the back seat, then hurriedly drove off as if he were afraid Luna might discover us. He said, “I’m leaving the country with Luna tonight. I’m worried you’ll secretly have the baby by yourself while I’m gone.” I choked up for a moment, only managing to say dryly, “I won’t.” But Sullivan didn’t believe me. He was afraid I would ruin the sweet love between him and Luna. He even insisted on accompanying me into the operating room. He said, “You’re already nine months pregnant. We can only induce labor directly. Just bear with it.” I took a deep breath and nodded. However, as time passed minute by minute, my baby refused to come. It wasn’t until dawn that I couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally had a C-section. The baby’s cries immediately filled the entire operating room. “You can tell it’s a healthy baby just by listening,” the doctor said with a smile, congratulating me, but I couldn’t smile back. My nose stung, and I tremblingly tugged at Sullivan’s sleeve as he sat beside me, pleading, “Can we keep her?” Sullivan’s expression remained unchanged, his tone indifferent: “We agreed to euthanize her. If it weren’t for my momentary impulse back then, someone of your status wouldn’t deserve to carry my child.” As soon as he finished speaking, my child seemed to sense something and cried even harder. My heart ached along with each cry. I said, “She’s crying so loudly, and she’s so small. I could go abroad to somewhere no one knows me. I would never…” He cut me off: “No.” He frowned impatiently and covered my ears with his hands: “If you can’t hear her crying, you won’t be sad.” I watched helplessly as they inserted the long needle into the child’s body. It seemed to have no effect, and several people exchanged glances. One of them walked over to Sullivan and whispered, “Mr. Gray, the euthanasia injection isn’t working on her.” Sullivan said, “Then strangle her.” His tone was casual, as if she were just some disposable object. But that was my child! If she couldn’t die, why not let her live? I screamed, “Are you insane!” He pressed his hand tightly over my mouth. I struggled and kicked, but he tied me up with rope. In the end, I could only watch helplessly as my child completely stopped breathing right in front of me. She died before my very eyes. From birth to death, my child lived for only two short minutes. Sullivan finally released his grip on me. Tears fell like rain, and ignoring the excruciating pain of my C-section wound tearing, I stumbled toward my child. Her body was still warm. She was the girl I had always hoped for… I collapsed beside her, sobbing uncontrollably: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” I thought bitterly: “Mommy failed to protect you.” The operating room fell into dead silence. I turned around, crawled over, and grabbed Sullivan’s pant leg, begging: “Could you please give her a headstone, somewhere I can go to remember her?” Sullivan’s frown deepened, and he refused me without hesitation: “I can’t let Luna know I had a child with someone else. Letting you see her one last time was already my mercy. Don’t push my limits.” After a pause, he bent down slightly, gently tucked my tear-soaked hair behind my ear, picked me up, and carried me toward the hospital room. He said, “It’s just a baby. Nothing to cry about. When I get back, I’ll buy you that limited edition bag you’ve always wanted to make it up to you.” As he spoke, a smile played at the corners of his mouth: “Of course, if you’re still willing to maintain our original relationship when I return, I’d be very happy.” His hand slid to my chin, gently lifting my face: “After all, you’re quite skilled. I’d hate to give that up.” His gaze roamed over my body, shattering the last defense in my heart. I stared at him, trembling all over: “You bastard!” Sullivan paused, frowned, but quickly relaxed: “Fine, I won’t argue with you today.” My child with him had been casually murdered by him just like that. I clenched my fists. There, I held onto the last trace of warmth from my child that I could preserve. He said, “Alright, Luna and I need to leave. I’ve already arranged for a caregiver. Rest well.” With that, he turned and left without hesitation, not even sparing me a backward glance. The moment the hospital room door closed completely, I collapsed on the bed, whispering softly: “We have no future.”
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