I overheard him telling his friend that he didn’t want to get married anymore. Coincidentally, I didn’t want to get married either. It was pouring rain outside as I left the hospital, feeling elated. The doctor had just told me I was pregnant. As if by telepathy, my phone rang. It was Tyler calling. I quickly answered, planning to share the good news, but before I could speak, he beat me to it. “Chloe, I’m drunk. Come pick me up,” he said, his voice languid. “Oh, okay. Where are you?” “I’ll send you my location.” He hung up after just a few words. I opened the umbrella and checked the location he shared. It was nearby. I was filled with joy, thinking I’d tell him the good news in person.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw Tyler’s back. The person facing him spoke. “Tyler, it’s raining outside. You’re making your girlfriend come alone?” “She can’t make it today,” Tyler said definitively. I was curious why he thought I couldn’t come. His friend was also curious and asked the question I wanted to ask: “Why not?” “It’s her time of the month.” I suffer from severe menstrual cramps that can cause me to faint. Tyler knows this. Was he doing this on purpose? The smile froze on my face, all joy of sharing the news gone. I stood there stunned as their conversation continued. “If that’s the case, why did you ask her to come?” “You don’t understand. Ariana’s coming back tomorrow. She called and asked me to pick her up. I want to break up with Chloe.” “But aren’t you two about to get married?” Tyler was silent for a moment before responding firmly: “That’s why I don’t want to have any regrets.”
Ariana was Tyler’s dream girl. She had left him three years ago to pursue her career. That day, I left without meeting Tyler and took a cab home. He came back around midnight. Hearing the door open, I sat on the couch. As soon as Tyler entered, he immediately scolded me: “Didn’t I tell you to come pick me up? Why didn’t you come?” I sat motionless on the couch, wanting to see what else he would say. Tyler’s dark eyes swept over me, flashing with impatience. “If you didn’t want to come, you shouldn’t have agreed. Do you know how long I waited?” “I called you, but your phone was off,” I said. “My phone died,” Tyler replied without even checking his phone. I hadn’t actually called him, I was just guessing. I didn’t expect to guess correctly. I felt a wave of indifference, disappointed in him for the first time. The air suddenly became quiet. I moved my lips: “Is Ariana back?” He looked at me with some shock, unable to hide a flash of guilt across his face. He was probably surprised I would ask so directly. “Don’t be ridiculous, how would I know she’s back?” He was pretending so well. If I hadn’t overheard it myself, I might have believed him. “We’re supposed to take wedding photos tomorrow. You remember, right?” “I have something to do tomorrow. We can take wedding photos anytime, let’s do it in a few days.” For Tyler, he indeed had something very important tomorrow, more important than taking our wedding photos. No, I should say, he no longer wanted to marry me. That’s fine, I no longer wanted to marry him either. I stood up from the couch, looking composed. “Tyler, if you don’t go tomorrow, our wedding is off.” I looked at him firmly, brooking no argument. Tyler gazed at me intently. I guessed he was overjoyed inside but couldn’t show it. It must be very difficult to hold back, right? “Can you stop making a fuss? We’ve already met each other’s parents. If you want to cancel the wedding, you go tell them yourself,” he said, furrowing his brow as if reluctant. But I knew he wasn’t reluctant. Rather… He still had reservations. Otherwise, he would have brought this up directly. He remembered my period and knew I wouldn’t go out late at night during my period. He deliberately called to have me pick him up in the pouring rain, hoping I would feel he was unbearable and propose to break off the engagement myself, right? As he wished. I wanted to see if after breaking up with me, he could be with his beloved dream girl. “Tomorrow at 10 AM. I’ll wait for you,” I said calmly, turning to go to the bedroom.
I shut Tyler out of the bedroom. He wouldn’t be coming in tonight. I started packing my things. I didn’t have much actually, as most of it had already been moved to our new house. It was just one small suitcase. After packing, I opened the door and went out. Tyler had just come out of the bathroom, his body exuding moisture, wearing thin pajamas that showed off his tall figure. His eyes fell on the suitcase in my hand. “Where are you going? It’s still raining outside, you…” I seemed to detect a hint of concern in his words. This must be an illusion. How could someone who knew how severe my period was, yet still asked me to pick him up in the pouring rain, possibly love me? “Hmm, I called a car. I’m going to the new house tonight. Think carefully about what I said tonight. See you tomorrow.” I closed the door and left. The car had just about arrived. Our current place was only about 15 minutes from the new house. On the way, I recalled everything between Tyler and me from the beginning until now. We went to the same school, including Ariana. Tyler and I were in the same club. I often heard Ariana’s name from others’ mouths. She was the most graceful dancer, a perfect match for the school heartthrob Tyler. They were the golden couple at school. I carefully hid my feelings for Tyler in my heart, never overstepping. I always thought my secret crush would fade away quietly. But unexpectedly, when we were about to graduate, Ariana decided to go abroad. Tyler begged her to stay, but couldn’t change Ariana’s mind about leaving. They broke up. During that time, Tyler was devastated and became increasingly dejected, as if he had lost the whole world. He drank heavily every day, finally making himself so sick he was hospitalized with a stomach bleed. I liked him and couldn’t bear to see him like that, so I made porridge and went to visit him in the hospital. Tyler actually drank the porridge I brought him. He allowed me to visit him often and make porridge for him. We gradually became closer. When he was discharged, he held my hand and asked if I liked him. I admitted it frankly, since Tyler was single at that time. We naturally got together. We were together for three years. Tyler was a gentle and caring person who treated me well. He remembered my period and would make brown sugar water for me. He would hold me in his arms and gently rub my stomach. On my birthday, he would prepare surprises. When he proposed, there were fireworks in the sky. But in the end, I couldn’t compare to his dream girl. As beautiful as everything was before, looking back now it just seems laughable. Now I can’t even remember why I liked him in the first place. “Miss, why are you crying?” The car stopped and the driver called out to me. I came back to my senses, wiped the tears from my face, then took my luggage and got out of the car.
The next day, I was at the wedding dress shop, wearing the dress I had picked out before, quietly waiting. My palm rested on my lower abdomen, where a little life was unknowingly growing. Last night, I had planned to tell Tyler this good news. But he gave me such a big “surprise” instead. I waited until now, not for Tyler, but to give my child’s father a chance. If he came today… If he chose me over Ariana, then perhaps I could give him a chance. When the clock struck 10, that tiny bit of hope in my heart completely disappeared. A post appeared on social media, from Ariana. She looked even more beautiful and radiant than in school, her skin as white as a swan’s. Her caption read: “After all these years of twists and turns, you’re still by my side.” Soon, a group of people replied to her. “Congratulations, congratulations!” “The lovers are finally together.” “The ship I’ve been sailing for years has finally come true.” I didn’t have the courage to keep reading, but I still liked her post. The wedding shop staff finally came over, looking a bit troubled: “Miss, our photographer is ready. What should we…” I stood up, feeling a bit guilty: “I’m sorry, my fiance may have been in a car accident and is dying in the hospital, so we probably can’t take wedding photos today. But don’t worry, I’ll pay the full amount.” I said this calmly and went to change out of the wedding dress. The sales girl initially looked sympathetic when hearing about my fiance’s accident, but seeing how calm I was about changing, she muttered under her breath. I didn’t look like someone whose fiance was dying at all. But Tyler was already dead to me in my heart.
I went to the hospital. The child was mine alone, I didn’t need Tyler’s consent to arrange an abortion. I had once looked forward to this child’s arrival, but now I was clear-headed. I couldn’t take care of a child, nor could I give them a complete family. So I chose to remove it. Before the surgery, I called my best friend Julia. She arrived just as the surgery was finishing. Although I had the best and most advanced surgery, and the fetus was small, minimizing the harm to me, I still felt a pain in my heart. When I saw Julia, I couldn’t help but hug her and cry silently. She patted my back: “Chloe, I know everything! We don’t need that scumbag anymore. Come stay with me for now.” Julia said I needed to rest after the abortion, I must recuperate properly. I only had her as a friend in this city, so she wanted me to move in with her. I agreed. First, Julia and I were very close, we always helped each other and were inseparable. Second, I didn’t plan to tell my parents about this yet, afraid they would worry. I wanted to wait until I was better before telling them about this properly. At Julia’s place, she volunteered to buy me a bunch of supplements. After resting for a full week, I finally received a call from Tyler again. On the phone, his voice was still full of impatience: “Chloe, where did you go?” “Do you need something?” “Didn’t you say you moved to the new house? Why aren’t you back so late?” I looked at the time. Oh, it was already 11 PM. I’m a very disciplined person. I never go to bars or clubs. It’s already a miracle for me to not be home by 10 PM. “I’m planning to sell the new house. Tomorrow there will be an agent bringing people to view it. Don’t move in.”
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