Chapter 2

But I didn't die. When I opened my eyes again, Caleb's eyes were bloodshot as he kept vigil by my bed.

He held me tightly in his arms and swore to me.

"Honey, you scared me to death."

"I won't get anyone pregnant again. I promise."

But once someone breaks a promise for the first time, they'll break it countless times for the rest of their life.

The second time Isabella got pregnant, Caleb smoked all night.

I knew he was conflicted.

He felt sorry for Isabella, but he was also bound by his promise to me.

Isabella came to my door. Before I could say anything, she collapsed on her own.

The baby was gone.

That was the first time I saw Caleb completely lose control in rage.

He grabbed my neck, demanding I pay with my life.

"I already promised you! I was going to make her abort the baby. Why couldn't you just leave her alone?!"

That was the second time I came close to death.

My lungs felt like they were about to explode. Air was gradually stripped away. Just when I thought I was going to die, I was tossed aside like a rag doll.

Looking at his undisguised disgust, all my explanations got stuck in my throat, choking me until I felt sick and miserable.

Caleb moved out of the home we'd decorated together.

After that, whenever I needed to reach him, I had to get Isabella's permission before he'd answer my calls.

Two months later, I was diagnosed as pregnant.

The doctor said it was a miracle, probably my only chance in life to have a child.

I sent Caleb a message, but Isabella showed up instead.

Isabella came to my home to confront me.

"You think having this baby will make Cal come back to you?"

"Don't be stupid. Do you know what Cal said in my bed last night? He said seeing your old hag face makes him want to vomit. If you hadn't saved him back then, he would've dumped you ages ago."

She deliberately had an affair with Caleb not far away.

The pain of my mate's betrayal tortured me until I could barely breathe.

In the end, I miscarried.

Looking at the blood beneath me, I collapsed on the cold floor.

I called Caleb. The phone rang until it automatically disconnected. No one answered.

The tenth call connected. On the other end came the sounds of a man and woman panting.

Caleb said, "Ignore her."

Then he hung up.

The ambulance came very slowly. The blood had already grown cold.

The baby was gone.

I lay in the hospital bed, numbly staring at the ceiling, not understanding why Caleb and I had become like this.

I thought, maybe this is for the best. Maybe the child knew it shouldn't come into this world.

Coming here would only mean facing parents who constantly fought.

That's fine.

Forget it. Let it be.

From that day on, I seemed to stop loving Caleb.

Now, watching their figures together, my heart remained completely still.

Even the pain had gone numb.

My phone screen lit up with a message from Liam.

That special notification interrupted my memories. I opened it.

"Yes, the divorce papers are ready. I'll give them to him tomorrow."

"Come pick me up the day after."