When I was finalizing my divorce papers, a pregnancy test with two lines accidentally fell out of my bag. Just like that, everyone knew I was pregnant. My husband, Asher Hawthorne, looked at the pregnancy test, his eyes darkening with anger as he gritted out a single word, “You.” I hurriedly tried to explain: “Listen to me! This baby isn’t yours!” “Skylar Reese!” That day, Asher directly confiscated my marriage certificate and took me home without a word. I thought I had really pissed him off this time. I wasn’t sure if I could handle his anger. Actually, this baby was something I had schemed to get. I didn’t consider it Asher’s child; I believed it was mine and mine alone! Asher and I had a marriage arranged for business purposes. We had signed a divorce agreement before getting married. Last month, when our contract expired, his first love Brielle Sinclair returned from abroad, so naturally, it was time for us to divorce. But why should I? The man I had loved for over a decade, whom I had finally tricked into marrying me, and now I was supposed to hand him back to that bitch intact? No way! “Asher, I’m fine with the divorce, but if my next husband finds out I’m still a virgin, he might think I lack charm and that’s why I was abandoned!” I took two steps forward, hooked my index finger on his tie and gently pulled, inching closer to him. His cold, handsome face magnified before my eyes. Our breaths intertwined intimately. I had practiced this angle in front of the mirror many times and even ate strawberry-flavored breath mints! “Please, Mr. Hawthorne, help me lose my virginity. I promise I’ll go through with the divorce right after.” My heart was pounding. His pitch-black eyes stared directly at me, and I felt a sense of being seen through. I can’t back down! This is my only chance! Push him down! Eat him up! As I was hesitating whether to be more proactive, desperately trying to recall the adult videos I had studied earlier, he moved. He effortlessly picked me up bridal style. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, his hot, rippling muscles pressed tightly against me! In our two years of marriage, this was the first time I entered his room. It was simple and orderly, just like him, as I had imagined. He tossed me onto the pure black bed and started unbuttoning his shirt right in front of me. Powerful pecs peeked out from the collar. Below the pecs were six-pack abs, and below the abs… I felt my face heating up. I think if I were a kettle, I’d be screaming from the heat right now! Such a cold and elegant person, yet so rough when undressed! I regretted it. If I had known it would hurt so much, I would have… wait, maybe I don’t regret it… Ah, I regret it again! I lay in bed for a whole day before I recovered. It’s pathetic, really. We had just consummated our marriage, and immediately after, the divorce application was submitted. However, we still had to wait for a month. So, isn’t this child just mine? Now I just want to run away with the baby, putting a period to my long, bitter unrequited love. After we got back, Asher seemed to be making some important decision. He just stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling window, like a statue. After a long while, he turned around and pulled me up from the chair. “Come with me to the hospital.” I panicked and broke free. Hospital? Could he be wanting to get rid of my baby? “No! I’d rather die!” He continued to pull me, and I desperately retreated, every hair on my body screaming rejection! But he still dragged me away, in an extremely humiliating manner… He held me in his arms like a child, sharing his body heat with me, his steps quick and steady. If the destination wasn’t the hospital, I’d want him to hold me like this forever. At the entrance of the private hospital, after another round of extreme tugging, I was pinned down in the obstetrics department. It was all because of that “Be good, listen to me” he whispered in my ear. His voice was so alluring and seductive, the tingling sensation ran from my ear to my heart, and the side of my body next to him felt like it was electrified. I couldn’t help but let go of the door I was gripping tightly. Ugh… I was led astray by his good looks. The name of the doctor Asher found for me seemed familiar. Brielle Sinclair. Asher’s first love! Her beauty was different from mine. She had more of an aura about her, gentle and graceful, poised and elegant. Her clothes were always clean and tidy, her face always wore a gentle smile, and her whole being radiated a dazzling, soft glow like the early morning sun. “Skylar Reese, 3 weeks pregnant…” Her hand holding my ultrasound report trembled slightly, but she still smiled. This must be the type Asher likes, while I can only be sharp-tongued, using the coldest and most vicious tone to protect my pitiful self-esteem. My mom was the mistress who became the wife, snatching the position of Mrs. Jackson from Brielle’s mother. I was the shameless sister who stole Brielle’s engagement to the Evans family. I’m grateful that I took after my mother, born with the looks of a natural seductress, allowing me to steal two brief years with Asher in the endless dark times. Asher’s brows furrowed slightly. I knew this was a sign of his annoyance. Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt a chill. Was he so angry that I was pregnant? He stood up and walked past me towards Brielle. Is he so eager? Going to comfort another woman right in front of me? We’re not even divorced yet! He raised his hand and carefully pulled the ultrasound report from Brielle’s hand, smoothing it out meticulously, his tone slightly cold. “You wrinkled it.” He pressed it hard a few times, but there were still two handprints on the ultrasound report. So he turned to Brielle seriously and said, “Print a new one.” Me: ??? This plot twist doesn’t seem right. Even if your OCD is acting up, it shouldn’t be at this moment, right? Brielle’s ever-present smile finally cracked a bit. “Brother Asher, I didn’t mean to.” Asher shifted his gaze to her face. “Don’t call me brother. My mom only gave birth to me.” After thinking for a moment, he added, his tone sincere without a hint of sarcasm, “Or are you my father’s illegitimate daughter?” Tears stubbornly welled up in Brielle’s eyes. “You’re going too far. I’m going to tell Uncle Evans!” Asher nodded, “Go ahead.” Brielle was stunned. She didn’t expect Asher, who was always aloof and only showed a bit of special treatment to her, would speak to her so harshly. Pfft. Sorry, I really couldn’t help but laugh. It’s rare to see this white lotus bitch Brielle get put in her place. I’m so happy! If I didn’t know that Asher really hates being called “brother”, I would have doubted whether Brielle was really his first love. In the past, I used to chase after Asher calling him “Brother Asher”, and he warned me in a very fierce tone, “Don’t call me brother. I will never be your brother!” Since then, I’ve hidden my humble crush even deeper and more discreetly… Even on the way home, I still felt dizzy and unreal, as if I was walking on clouds. Asher not only didn’t force me to abort the baby, but he even carried me like a princess all the way back. He knelt in front of me, those hands that could move mountains and seas gently removed my high heels and replaced them with soft, comfortable slippers. Even the most skilled craftsmen in the world couldn’t carve out such perfect hands. They seemed to possess a heart-stirring magic, repeatedly attracting one’s gaze. Has the world… gone crazy?! In our two years of marriage, we hadn’t even held hands, and now on the day we’re supposed to divorce, these hands have held me twice and even personally changed my shoes! “Don’t wear high heels for now. It’s easy to get hurt.” He looked up at me slightly as I sat on the shoe-changing bench. Asher has a pair of eyes that are both elegant and alluring. Usually, he looks refined and cold, but when he looks at you, you feel especially cherished. I nodded hurriedly. Now, forget about not letting me wear high heels, even if he told me to eat the high heels, I’d do it without any sauce, one bite at a time! He carefully framed the ultrasound report and placed it in the most prominent position in the living room. Then he had someone send over a big package of books: “Pregnancy Guide”, “Prenatal Education Stories”, “Child Psychology”… I got it. This must be a case of loving the house for its inhabitants. I’m being loved by the big boss Asher because of the unborn baby. I tentatively opened my mouth, “So about the divorce…” Asher, who had been arranging the books, suddenly looked up when he heard my voice. My goodness, what did I see? I actually saw hesitation in the big boss Asher’s eyes! He stared at me, his throat bobbing. His expression was as if I had hurt him. For someone like him, a heaven’s favorite, to show such a vulnerable expression, though brief, made me inexplicably sad. My voice softened involuntarily, “Let’s wait until after the baby is born to talk about it.” “Okay.” He agreed very quickly. It’s all for the child. I don’t know why, but I felt even sadder… But it’s okay. The law stipulates that the custody of children under 2 years old belongs to the mother. Even after divorce, if he wants to see the baby, he’ll have to meet with me. This way, he’ll have to maintain some connection with me for the rest of his life. Thinking about it this way, it seems even more beneficial than running away with the baby! When one is too happy, it’s easy for joy to turn into sorrow. Perhaps due to my constitution, my pregnancy reactions were particularly severe. Even at 5 months pregnant, I was basically throwing up everything I ate. My appetite dropped dramatically, and I lost a full 7 pounds compared to before pregnancy. I was barely hanging on with medication. After throwing up my favorite steamed barramundi again, I started crying while vomiting. My face was a mess of snot and tears, but Asher not only didn’t mind, he focused on wiping me clean with a warm towel, as if handling a fragile piece of art. I said with a sob, “Asher, if I keep throwing up like this, the baby in my belly won’t be able to take it. I really, really want this baby.” “I know.” He let me lean against his chest, gently rubbing my back, feeding me water in small sips. The bitter taste in my mouth gradually dissipated, and my mood slowly calmed down. Only then did I realize how intimate our current position was. I just needed to tilt my head slightly to hear his heartbeat. Before I could move, he called the housekeeper to take me back to my room to rest. Tch, he can say a whole paragraph to Brielle, but when talking to me, it becomes “Mm”, “Okay”, “I know”… Am I that bad? Besides, you’re so fierce, can Brielle’s flat body handle it? While I was still lost in thought, suddenly a SnapChat message came through. It was from Brielle! She didn’t say anything, just sent a picture. It was a hospital diagnosis report. I couldn’t understand the dense medical jargon, but I understood the doctor’s final diagnosis. “Difficulty conceiving, IVF recommended.” I suddenly felt dizzy. This diagnosis report was Brielle’s. Which means, Brielle has difficulty getting pregnant, and Asher must know this too. So… so is the baby in my belly prepared by him for his first love Brielle?! I struggled to get up and find Asher. For my convenience, he had moved his bedroom from across the hall to next door. The door wasn’t closed. He was holding the “Pregnancy Guide” book, making detailed notes. Seeing him like this used to make me feel sweet, but now it just feels ironic. “Asher, you’re quite the actor! It’s a waste of your talents to be a CEO. With such good acting skills, why didn’t you go into the entertainment industry?” He nervously closed the book, a blush coloring his handsome face. His gaze fell on me, his expression tightening. “Why aren’t you wearing slippers?” He started walking out, but I stopped him. “Is it true that Brielle can’t have children?” In the struggle, the book he had hastily closed earlier fell open on the floor. He quickly covered my eyes, “Don’t look…” Why are they hiding something more outrageous from me? If you don’t want me to see, I insist on looking! And then… My face also started burning uncontrollably. A line of ten small characters was circled in red pen, ‘Sexual intercourse is possible after three months of pregnancy.’ Next to it were various notes, citing references and expert opinions… He took the book away and locked it in a drawer. My mind was still full of his flowing handwriting, those memories that make one blush and heart race resurfacing before my eyes. Taut, solid muscles, beads of honey-colored sweat, and sexy panting… But all of this was just a dream he bestowed upon me for the sake of another woman. “Skylar, you’re bleeding.” Bleeding? I touched my nose, but there was no blood. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” Drip… Something warm seemed to be flowing down my leg onto the floor… My lower abdomen gradually became stiff, with a vague sinking pain. I trembled as I covered my belly with my hand, “The baby…” “Take deep breaths, try to relax your body.” Asher’s voice had a calming power. I followed his rhythm, breathing in and out, slowly calming down. Thump thump thump. Whose heartbeat is that? I looked up, only able to see his firm chin, tightly pressed lips, and the tense lines of his jaw muscles… “Don’t be afraid.” “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Through the hazy mist, I looked at him. “Asher, did you really want this baby because Brielle can’t have children?” “This is our child, what does that woman have to do with it!” I burst into tears. My anxious heart seemed to suddenly fall into a pool of warm water, neither hot nor cold, just right. At the hospital, there was a flurry of activity. In my hazy state, I could only see the white lights and blue-green figures… Then the world faded into darkness. I had a very long dream. In the dream, I went back to two years ago, when Brielle went abroad. Before I could even be happy about it, I received another shocking news – Asher was going abroad too! The Evans family is in the biotechnology industry, but he wanted to follow Brielle to France, a country known for wine, steak, and luxury goods! If this isn’t true love, what is? The me from two years ago, full of vigor and never admitting defeat, of course, wouldn’t sit idly by. I secretly followed Asher, booked the same flight as him, and to avoid being discovered, I had to squeeze into economy class very uncomfortably. It wasn’t until I got off the plane that I realized what a stupid decision I had made. As a poor student, I hadn’t even mastered French. And I had lost track of Asher. What should I do? I’ve heard that foreign countries can be dangerous. What if I get kidnapped by human traffickers? I’m so beautiful, what if I’m sold as a bar girl, or worse, have my organs harvested… I was about to cry. “What are you doing here?” A clear, low voice sounded behind me, if I listened carefully, I could hear a slight tremor in it. “Asher!” I turned around excitedly and hugged him, “Wah… I was so scared, I thought I’d never see you again…” His body stiffened, “Let go.” I felt like I had been doused with a bucket of cold water, the joy of seeing him just now was washed away completely.
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