Chapter 2

The next second, a crew member's shocked voice rang out beside me.

"Thomas! Blood! Angel is bleeding!"

"Is she having a miscarriage?!"

"Don't worry about her. Mickey said it's just chicken blood. The baby's already five months along—it's not that easy to lose. If she wants to act, let her act."

After the intense pain, my vision went black and I lost consciousness completely.

In my dream, I seemed to return to when I first met Thomas.

At a campus lecture, his face was cold as ice, but his impressive professional skills captured many girls' hearts.

I was no exception. After falling for him at first sight, I started asking around about him.

Back then I was still a teaching assistant at the school. He didn't think much of me.

To get his attention, I worked harder and harder.

After getting tenure, I invited him to dinner under the guise of gratitude.

I keenly noticed that the way he looked at me had changed.

I seized that opportunity and pursued him relentlessly.

Flowers, basketballs, cakes, coffee—I never held back on gifts.

Finally, I got what I wanted. He agreed to my confession.

I thought this was the beginning of happiness, but it turned out to be the start of my nightmare.

After we got together, he grew colder and colder toward me. Every time we had a date, either he was busy with work or had a sudden rescue mission.

I never doubted him until our wedding day.

An email from abroad completely shattered my dream.

Mickey had documented in detail their ten years together. Every second of those memories felt like a knife to my heart.

It turned out that all the time he stood me up, he was spending with another woman.

What was even sadder was that I didn't even have the courage to confront him. I was afraid he would leave.

In my past life, when Mickey died, he was so calm that I once thought I was the winner in this relationship.

For me and the child, he practically bought out every baby store in the city.

This sudden surge of affection made my head spin and I completely lost my ability to think rationally.

It wasn't until the moment I gave birth and died at his hands that I understood.

He wasn't loving me with his life—he was relentlessly taking revenge.

The love of his life, from beginning to end, had only ever been Mickey.

When I woke up, I was already in a hospital room.

The person beside me wasn't Thomas, but an unfamiliar face.

"You're awake? I'm your downstairs neighbor. I originally went up to check on the fire."

"Who knew when I got there I'd see you lying on the ground alone, so I brought you to the hospital. Are you okay? How do you feel?"

I struggled to move my limbs. When my hands touched my belly, my movements froze.

"I'm sorry, but when you were brought in, the doctor said your baby couldn't be saved..."

I pulled at the corners of my mouth in a bitter smile.

"It's not your fault. I know."

"Thank you for bringing me to the hospital."

Even a stranger could tell at a glance that something was wrong with me, but my husband of five years couldn't be bothered to look at me.

Seeing my low spirits, he seemed even more upset than I was.

"I don't know what's wrong with that rescue team. How could they not save someone lying there in plain sight?"

"If I hadn't gone up, you'd be dead by now! Where's your family? Doesn't the baby's father care?"

"If you have his number, I'll contact him. You can't be alone right now."

"I've already reported that rescue team. People like that are a blight on society if they keep working!"

I nodded, but when I spoke, only a whisper came out.

"The baby's father is dead."