My boyfriend, Kevin Murphy’s childhood friend, Tiffany Collins, had secretly loved him for ten years without being with him. On the night of our wedding, she went to a bar to drown her sorrows and unexpectedly got into a car accident. When she woke up, she claimed to have had a prophetic dream. As the events from her dream started coming true, everyone who had once laughed it off began to believe her without question. It wasn’t until the Murphy family’s dinner party when she pointed at me and said I would cheat, get pregnant with someone else’s child, and still be cherished by the Murphy family, that things took a turn. Kevin stood firmly in front of me, Abigail Carter, smiling without a hint of doubt, and said, “It’s just a dream. It’s not true. I will always trust Abigail. Don’t speak such things in the future.” The next day, I was told that the child I was carrying had a defect and I would have to terminate the pregnancy. But just before I slipped into a coma during the surgery, I overheard the nurses talking curiously. “Her baby was developing well, though. Why would Mr. Murphy not want the child and even insist on removing her uterus?”
Before entering the operating room, Kevin tightly held my hand, bent down, and kissed my forehead. His eyes were filled with deep affection as he looked at me. “Abigail, don’t be afraid. You’ll be out in no time. It won’t hurt. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I placed one hand on my abdomen, trying to hold back the sadness inside, forcing a faint smile to respond to Kevin. The little angel I had once hoped for was supposed to come into this world, but after finding out about its defects, I had no choice but to cruelly let it go back to where it came from. The doctor administered anesthesia and wheeled the bed into the operating room. Under the harsh white light, I slowly slipped into unconsciousness, but I could still hear a nurse curiously asking. “Doctor, this patient’s baby is developing well. Even if she doesn’t want the child, is it really necessary to remove the entire uterus?” “Shh, don’t ask that. This is Mr. Murphy’s decision.” “Ah, it’s for that rumor, isn’t it…?” I thought, “Wasn’t the baby supposed to have a defect? What’s this about removing the uterus? What rumors?” A wave of fear gripped my heart. I struggled to wake up, wanting to stop the surgery, but my consciousness was pulled into a bottomless abyss. When I finally opened my eyes, Kevin was the only one in the room. He had stubble on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly having stayed up all night waiting for me. When he saw me wake up, his eyes lit up. “Abigail, you’re awake. How do you feel?” The incision on my abdomen throbbed with pain, and I felt an immense emptiness inside, as though a huge hole was left in me, the cold air rushing in. Tears uncontrollably slid down my cheeks. I really thought Kevin trusted me. I didn’t expect that, because of Tiffany’s slander, he would actually go so far as to cruelly end the life of our child and forever take away my right to be a mother. I thought, “I have been by his side all this time, trying to calm him, never once straying, so how could I have had an affair?” But I didn’t know. My desperate attempts to prove my innocence only made Kevin think I was guilty. Kevin assumed my pain came from losing the child and comforted me, saying I’d have a child someday. I stared at him, unable to believe that someone could be so loving yet so heartless at the same time. “Kevin, you really don’t care about what Tiffany said that day?” I just wanted an answer, something that would ease my pain. Kevin reached out and lightly flicked my forehead, then smiled indulgently. “Abigail, I already told you it was just sleep talk. Why do you remember it so clearly? Don’t worry. I love you so much. If you don’t believe me, who will?” My heart was filled with bitterness, and I held back the tears, swallowing down all the questions I wanted to ask. After staying in the hospital for half a month, Kevin took me home. As soon as we stepped through the doors of the Murphy Villa, I heard Tiffany laughing cheerfully with Kevin’s mother, Grace Murphy. A strong sense of discomfort surged in my chest. I frowned and looked at Kevin, only to find that he had a look of indifference, as if this was normal. Ever since Tiffany had said those things, I had felt uncomfortable seeing her in front of me. Kevin had promised me that she wouldn’t come to the Murphy Villa anymore. A feeling of disappointment spread rapidly as if everything had happened, just as I feared. When Tiffany saw us, she clutched her belly and knelt before me, tears in her eyes, her face full of guilt. “Abigail, I’m sorry. I was foolish and drugged Kevin before. I’ve realized my mistake, but the baby is innocent. Please forgive us both.” I was stunned by the news. My mind went blank, unable to process what was happening. Grace, who obviously felt sorry for Tiffany, who was carrying her grandson, gave me a disapproving look. “Tiffany has already apologized. You shouldn’t keep holding onto this.” Grace, who had once treated me like her own daughter and showed me so much care when my parents weren’t around, had completely changed since Tiffany’s affair came to light. Now, she seemed to look at me with disdain, and I couldn’t understand why. I could ignore everything else, but what I cared about most was Kevin, who always said he loved me. I turned to look at Kevin, who was silent and couldn’t hold back the tears in my eyes. “When did you find out?”
“Abigail, I’m sorry.” Kevin didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled me into his arms and buried his head in the crook of my shoulder. This was Kevin’s usual way of apologizing. I used to think it was kind of cute, the way he did it. Whenever he messed up, he would do this, and I’d forgive him quickly. I thought, “But did he really think that a simple apology could erase something like cheating? What does he take me for?!” I shoved him away, ignoring the look of shock on his face, and wiped away the tears that had suddenly appeared on my cheeks. Kevin tried to explain helplessly, as though my lack of trust in him hurt him deeply. “Abigail, I never thought she would drug me. The pregnancy… I only found out yesterday. I know you’re upset, but Tiffany said she just wanted to keep the baby, and we’ll raise it.” Tiffany inserted herself into the conversation, choking on her words. “Abigail, you’ve been a mother too. You understand I didn’t want to get rid of the baby, right?” Thinking of the child who had been deprived of life before even being born, my heart ached again, painfully tight, as though I couldn’t breathe. I thought, “Had Kevin known about Tiffany’s pregnancy all along? Was that why he so easily took my baby away? Can anyone really love someone and still hurt them like this?” Tiffany had secretly loved him for ten years, and he’d always made me feel safe, never crossing any boundaries. When our friends teased him, he always put me first. “I only have one lover, Abigail, and I’ll only recognize her.” I thought marrying Kevin meant marrying love, but in truth, love couldn’t withstand everything. A single, light prophecy shattered all the happiness I had once believed in. I suddenly felt so tired, losing the strength to argue about anything anymore. The scheming mistress, the intentionally difficult mother-in-law, and the husband who pretended to love me but pressured me with soft words… Maybe the only solution was to leave. I smiled bitterly, the dull pain in my chest relentless. “Do whatever you want.” Kevin thought I had agreed, letting out a huge sigh of relief. Grace scoffed at me, then turned to smile as she helped Tiffany up, her eyes full of sympathy. “You look so worn out. I’ll ask the nanny to make you some soup later to help you recover.” Tiffany playfully pouted, pulling Kevin’s hand to rest on her belly. “Kevin, look, the baby’s acting up again.” I coldly watched their loving family silently turning and heading upstairs. I had Lily Matthews, my friend from abroad, book me a ticket to leave. If someone was always going to be unnecessary, then I’d step aside and let them have their happiness. In the middle of the night, I woke up suddenly, the image of that child crying and asking why I hadn’t saved him flooding my mind. I trembled, tears silently streaming down my face. The cold, empty space beside me reminded me of the failure of my marriage. Tiffany had said she’d had a nightmare last night, and Kevin, worried about the effect it might have on the baby, said he had to go check on her. He never came back that night. The Kevin who used to pull me close and comfort me after my nightmares was gone. I got out of bed, wanting to go downstairs for a glass of water, but someone knocked on the door. It was Kevin. The look in his eyes was so different I barely recognized him. “Abigail, Tiffany had a dream where you didn’t want the baby and pushed her down the stairs. Now she doesn’t want to give the baby to you. “Mom has a Bible in her room. Maybe you should read it and pray for the baby. Can you apologize to Tiffany, too?”
I thought, “Am I Still Asleep?” I was starting to doubt if I hadn’t woken up yet. “She only had a dream, and you believe everything? Kevin, do you believe in dreams, or do you just believe in her?” The dream about that child made me emotional, and Kevin’s displeased frown made it harder to pretend I was calm. I thought, “To him, that child was just an illegitimate one. How could he feel guilty?” I was so angry that tears streamed down my face, and I couldn’t get a single coherent word out. Kevin sighed tiredly as if my unreasonable tantrum was putting him in a difficult position. “Abigail, just behave and pray for one night. It’s fine. “I’m doing all this for your good. Didn’t you always want a child? Your child is gone, but Tiffany has one. Maybe this is fate.” I trembled all over, unable to hold myself back any longer. I slapped Kevin across the face. If it weren’t for him, how could my child have ended up like this? Kevin’s expression turned cold as he looked down on me. A chill ran through my heart, and I instinctively wanted to lock the door, but Kevin blocked it. “You care so much about that child? Why do you get so emotional whenever it’s mentioned? “Abigail, listen to me, and don’t make me angry. You’ve already put me in a difficult position, but it’s okay. After all, I love you so much, I’m willing to overlook your affair, but if you keep acting like this, I’ll feed that illegitimate child’s ashes to the dogs!” I stared at Kevin in disbelief, unable to believe that the person I had loved for so many years had become so unfamiliar, so capable of saying such cruel things. “What proof do you have that I cheated? It was you who made the mistake first! Kevin, that was our child, how could you… how could you be so heartless?” Kevin didn’t answer, not believing a word I said. I had no choice. The child had already been taken from me. How could I bear to see him not even have peace in death? “Fine, I’ll go.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at Kevin again, holding back the metallic taste in my throat and forcing myself to respond. I would go and pray for that child, hoping God would bless him so that next time, he wouldn’t be born into a family that didn’t want him. “Also, Tiffany said the guest room isn’t comfortable. For the sake of the child, you should switch rooms with her for now.” Kevin didn’t care how I reacted. He said it as if it was just a matter of fact, and after hearing that Tiffany was uncomfortable, he left in a hurry. He left me standing there with my heart shattered and cold. From that night on, I had to pray with the Bible for two hours every night. Grace found me in the way, so she had the statue moved to a corner of the stairs, next to the storage room and made me pray while the servants were around. “No one’s watching. Who knows if you’re really sincere?” I remained silent, praying fervently for my child in the midst of the servants’ idle chatter. Meanwhile, the man who claimed to love me, Kevin, appeared with Tiffany in places where I used to be. His childhood friend had become the “lady” in the mouths of the company employees, the sister-in-law of Kevin’s friends, and the true love of Kevin in media reports. Their love was praised by everyone, a decade-long devotion that people envied. I was naturally left behind, even becoming the third party in others’ dinner table gossip. I thought Kevin would finally suggest a divorce, but when I placed the signed divorce agreement in front of him, he remained unmoved. “You and Tiffany are in love and have a child. Isn’t divorce the best option for us?” I had already made this concession, and I didn’t understand what Kevin still wanted. I had shattered my heart into pieces. I had nothing else to give. Kevin picked up the agreement, his eyes dark and unclear, but his face was veiled with coldness. He gave a small smile, but there was no trace of warmth in it. “I’ve already forgiven you for your affair and have been trying to make sure it never happens again. But you’re just thinking about leaving. “So, are you in such a rush to find your lover? Are you really that desperate?”
Kevin had always been gentle and polite in front of me, never speaking such vulgar words. I thought I wouldn’t be disappointed again, but Kevin always managed to surprise me. I endured the embarrassment and fought against the nausea rising in my stomach. There was no need to argue with someone who didn’t believe you at all. Once I got the divorce papers, I could take the earliest flight out tomorrow. “What does it have to do with you? “You accuse me of cheating but can’t provide any proof. On the other hand, you and Tiffany have been secretly meeting, and during our marriage, you both openly attended various events together. So who’s really cheating?” I was ready to see Kevin get angry after I exposed him, but he actually seemed pleased. “Abigail, are you jealous of me? “That’s good, but for the sake of our future, I need you to cooperate with me for now.” I frowned as I watched Kevin stand up, loosening his shirt cuffs and walking toward me. I instinctively stepped back, feeling an overwhelming sense of unease. Kevin saw my attempt to escape and quickly closed the distance, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. I fought back desperately, pounding and twisting his arm, but I couldn’t break free. The feeling of dread peaked when I saw the utility room, and my face turned pale. “Kevin, what are you doing? Let go of me, let go!” I clung to the doorframe, my eyes full of fear for the dark, narrow room. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I couldn’t hear anything around me except the sound of my heart pounding, almost bursting my eardrums. “Kevin, I don’t want to go in there. Please, Kevin, don’t do this…” My whole body trembled uncontrollably, the air seemed thinner, and the sensation of suffocation hit me. My cries didn’t soften Kevin in the slightest. Without hesitation, he pushed me into hell. As the door slowly closed, the last bit of light vanished, and I was consumed by despair. I had been kidnapped when I was young. The kidnappers locked us kids in a small dark room, and if they didn’t get the ransom, they would kill us. The thin door couldn’t block the sounds of machetes slicing through flesh, the blood splattering everywhere. In just a few short hours, I was left with a lifetime of trauma. The first time I told Kevin about this experience, he was heartbroken and cried. He gently kissed my pale face, which was pretending to be carefree, and made a firm promise. “I will never let you be trapped in the dark alone.” But now, it was he who personally pushed me into the depths of despair. I curled up, unable to stop the tears, my body trembling as I weakly slapped the door. “Kevin, Kevin…” I thought, “Please, save me… please…” A buzzing sound came from the device, and Kevin’s voice came through. “Abigail, stop pretending. It’s just a short time in there. It’s not that painful. Reflect on yourself.” The last thread of hope I had was cruelly torn away, leaving me with nothing but despair. I had no sense of time. My mind was completely consumed by hopelessness, and I was on the verge of breaking down, unable to think straight. I thought, “Kevin, why do you say you love me yet constantly hurt me…” Unconsciously biting my wrist, in my blurry consciousness, a voice urged me. “Just bite down, and you can leave. You’ll never be afraid again.” Something wet trickled down. Before I lost consciousness, the door was kicked open, and someone rushed in to grab me. Kevin’s voice, full of suppressed anger, rang out. “Caring about my wife more than me. You dare to claim you didn’t cheat?!” But the next second, when Kevin saw me, his face paled, and he rushed toward me, full of panic. “The patient went into shock from excessive blood loss. If she had been brought in any later, even a miracle worker wouldn’t have been able to save her.” I slowly regained consciousness as the doctor’s harsh words echoed in my ears, my eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. “Abigail, you’re awake? How do you feel?”
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