Jack Thompson woke up one morning, claiming he had traveled back in time from ten years in the future. He slapped me hard across the face and shouted, “Ten years from now, you’ll betray me and sell out our family business to our competitors, you bitch!” He insisted that in the future, only his first love Olivia Parker truly loved him. To cure a gravely ill Olivia, he believed in some quack remedy and took me, five months pregnant, to an illegal clinic. He forcibly removed our unborn child, just to use the placenta as medicine for Olivia. I finally gave up on him. Since he claimed I would betray him to his competitors in ten years, why not do it now? Jack woke up one morning, suddenly declaring he had traveled back in time from ten years in the future. In that future, the Thompson family business had failed, and he had been framed by competitors, facing imprisonment. To save myself, I had allegedly taken the family’s secrets and defected to their arch-rivals, the White family. As he said this, he viciously slapped me across the face. “Emma Wilson, you’re nothing but a poisonous woman!” he spat. He said he had heard the news while in prison and, in despair, had attempted suicide. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back ten years in the past. He glared at me hatefully, his eyes filled with loathing as if looking at his sworn enemy: “To think I loved you so much. You don’t deserve it!” I stared at him in shock, a mix of confusion, bewilderment, and hurt swirling inside me as tears fell. Just the night before, Jack had tenderly wished me goodnight. How could he suddenly become a different person overnight? Seeing my tears, he no longer wiped them away gently as he used to. Instead, he let out a cold snort and walked past me out the door. I heard him instruct the driver: “Start the car. I’m going to the Parker house.” As Jack and the driver left the mansion, I quickly got into another car and followed, wanting to see what had caused such a drastic change in him. My driving skills weren’t great, and Jack’s driver soon noticed me tailing them. He quietly alerted Jack, who glanced in the rearview mirror and said coldly, without a hint of emotion: “Ram her.” The driver was stunned. Jack gave him a look and said harshly: “Don’t you want me to help with your father’s surgery costs?” Jack’s car turned onto a small road and suddenly disappeared from view. I started to panic, and the next moment, Jack’s car suddenly rushed out from a side road. I had no time to dodge. My car was hit and flipped over. As excruciating pain engulfed me, I lost consciousness. In the last second before blacking out, a wave of sadness washed over me: Why was he doing this to me? I was already five months pregnant… When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor said I was lucky to have only minor injuries, and the baby wasn’t harmed. Seeing me awake, Jack’s driver repeatedly apologized, saying Jack had forced him to do it, and he had no choice. I couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into tears. I wanted to find Jack and ask him face to face what was going on. “Where is he now?” I asked. “Sir… is with Miss Parker right now,” the driver said carefully, watching my expression. I took out my phone to call Jack but saw the latest news notification. The headline “Thompson Group CEO Spotted with First Love at Cafe, Marriage Crisis Suspected” was glaring at me. With trembling hands, I clicked on it. A series of photos appeared. Jack was gazing tenderly at Olivia, kissing her hand, adding sugar to her coffee cup… The comment section was bustling with activity. “Wow, what a handsome couple! Wishing them happiness!” “Wasn’t the CEO very much in love with his wife? What’s going on?” “You’re so naive! It’s all for show! I think the CEO and his first love are much more compatible!” The top comment, surprisingly, was from Jack himself. “Thank you all for your concern. I was deceived for a long time and have only now realized the truth. Fortunately, I haven’t missed out on the person who truly loves me. For the rest of my life, I will cherish Olivia, as she was the only one who still cared about me in my final moments.” There were many replies to this comment, with people speculating about the meaning behind Jack’s words, assuming I had done something to wrong him. Mutual friends also messaged me, carefully asking what had happened between us. After all, in their eyes, Jack and I had always been the epitome of a loving couple. I didn’t understand either. Why had Jack suddenly changed overnight as if he were a different person? Could it be true that he had really traveled back in time from ten years in the future, as he claimed? Just the day before Jack claimed he had “traveled back in time,” he had reminded me to rest early, saying he had to entertain some clients and told me not to wait up for him. But when I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw Jack’s face contorted with fury. In the blink of an eye, I had gone from being his beloved to his enemy. What I found most unacceptable was that all these things he spoke of happening ten years in the future – I knew nothing about them! It made me feel incredibly hurt. How could he hate me for things that hadn’t even happened? Did all our past love mean nothing now? After that day, Jack stopped coming home and became unreachable. From bits and pieces I heard from the housekeeper, he was always with Olivia, making high-profile appearances together at various events. One day, Jack suddenly returned home. He grabbed me without a word and walked out the door, getting into the car. I started to panic: “Where are you taking me?” He just stared at me coldly, his gaze so unfamiliar it left me breathless. We arrived at our destination – a run-down little clinic. Several people strapped me onto a dirty operating table. I became even more nervous: “Let go of me! What are you doing?” Jack finally spoke. “Olivia is sick. I found an alternative treatment, but it requires human placenta as medicine to cure her.” His gaze was terrifyingly dark. “I don’t trust anyone else’s, so I have to use yours.” Human placenta? That meant my baby! I struggled desperately, but my hands and feet were already tied down. I couldn’t move. “Jack, our baby is only five months along. If you cut it out now, it won’t survive. Please… don’t be so cruel…” I said, my voice shaking. He let out a cold laugh, looking at me with disdain: “So you know fear too? Ten years from now, when you abandoned me in prison for wealth and status, taking the Thompson family secrets to the White family – did you ever think this day would come?” I shook my head vigorously, tears streaming down my face: “I really don’t know anything about ten years from now… Please don’t do this, spare our child… I’m begging you…” The anesthetic was slowly injected, and I lost consciousness. I had a long dream, taking me back to when we had just gotten married. At that time, my parents’ company was facing a financial crisis. In that critical moment, it was Jack who ordered the acquisition of my parents’ company, solving their financial problems. This made me incredibly grateful to him. A few years later, when my parents passed away, Jack knelt before their graves and swore he would treat me well for the rest of his life. And at first, he truly did. Although work at the company was busy, he always made time to come home and be with me. After I became pregnant, he became even more attentive, hiring three housekeepers to take care of my daily needs. His first love, Olivia Parker, had once come looking for him, but he rejected her in front of me. He said: “I’m sorry, but we can never be together. Emma is the only woman I’ll ever love in this life, and that will never change.” Olivia ran out crying, and Jack took my hand, his tone gentle yet firm. “Emma, no one will ever come between us. Trust me.” The dream gradually dissolved into fragments of strange, distorted light. When I woke up, I was still on the operating table, but the room was empty. The restraints on my hands and feet had been removed. I fell off the table, ignoring the pain in my body because I saw my baby in the trash bin. My precious child, who should have grown safely in my womb for nine months before coming into this world. Yet its father had it cut out prematurely, discarding it like medical waste. I sat by the trash bin for a day and a night, crying until I had no tears left. I made up my mind. No matter why Jack had changed like this, it had nothing to do with me anymore. I would leave him – this man who no longer loved me and had become so ruthlessly cruel. When I returned home, I was surprised to find Olivia there too. Jack called all the servants of the mansion and announced that from that day on, Olivia would be the new mistress of the house. The housekeeper was also confused and privately asked me: “The master was fine before. How did he suddenly change like this when he came back that morning?” My heart skipped a beat, and I asked: “Jack only came back in the morning that day?” After receiving confirmation, I found it very strange. He had said he was going out to entertain clients that night, but he hadn’t come home all night. When he returned in the morning, he had completely changed, insisting he had traveled back in time… But I no longer had the energy to think about these things. No matter what had caused Jack to change, the harm he had done to me was real, and he had even killed our unborn child.
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