He still had not replied to my messages, though. It was clear he never read them.

Only in the afternoon did Caleb finally drive to the hospital. He looked impatient from the moment he walked into the room.

“Ella Swann, could you just stop for a minute? Threatening divorce and checking into the hospital, are you trying to threaten me with the baby again? What if the baby can’t withstand all that torment?!

“Luna is like a sister to me. We grew up together! What’s wrong with me helping her out last night when she was in danger? Stop jumping to the wrong conclusions all the time!”

So he still remembered the baby. Unfortunately, the baby was dead now.

He was a boy who looked a lot like Caleb. I turned my head away.

“Caleb, the baby is gone. You don’t have to worry about me threatening you with it anymore. Just sign the divorce papers.”

I could hear Caleb’s breath catching in his throat. The next second, however, he scoffed. “You will really stop at nothing for your jealousy, huh? How could you lie about such a thing?!

“And here Luna asked me to bring you some soup, saying she was worried about your health. You’re twenty-nine this year, Ella. Can’t you be a bit more mature, like Luna?

“Stop thinking the worst of everyone, like a bitter old hag!”

Caleb put the flask of soup on the table and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something. His tone and attitude softened slightly.

“Last time, you mentioned that our villa at Fonte Garden was far away from the city, so you wanted to sell it. I haven’t found a proper buyer yet, and we aren’t living there right now, so I let Luna stay there for a while. She can move once we find a buyer.

“She was fired because she refused to sleep with the client last night and offended her boss. She has nowhere to go for now.

“She’s like a sister to me, after all. Her mother asked me to take care of her before she died. I have to take responsibility for her and keep her safe.”

I looked at the soup he had brought me. It was their leftovers from this morning.

My lips curved into a sneer. I see.

Luna was planning to exchange my villa for a flask of leftover soup.

No wonder Caleb did not even react when I lost the baby. All he cared about was Luna’s safety, Luna’s comfort, and Luna’s mother’s dying wishes.

It was all about Luna, always about Luna! With Luna in his life, there was no more space in his heart for the baby and me.

If it were any other day, we would have started arguing by now. However, all I could think about was what happened last night.

While Caleb and Luna were making love through the night, I lay in agony on the operating table. I was allergic to anesthetics, so I had to feel my baby leaving me without any painkillers.

Toward the end, my body and heart were both numb from the pain. I would never forget that feeling!

And it was all Caleb’s fault!

Bam! I knocked the flask over, and soup spilled everywhere.

Caleb’s gaze turned cold. I looked him in the eye and barked, “Get lost!”

“You’re crazy!” Caleb slammed the door behind him. The next day, he sent me a text saying he was going to another city for work.

At the same time, the property manager at the villa called me, telling me that Caleb had left with Luna an hour ago.

I put my phone away expressionless. I did not care if he had gone for work or a vacation with Luna.

All I needed from him now was his signature on the divorce papers.

I did not care who he was with anymore.

As expected, Caleb did not show up for the next few days. He did not even text me.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, however, I found him waiting for me in the carpark.

I immediately turned to leave, but he gave chase. He stood in my way and grabbed my things.

“Get into the car.” His tone was overbearing, as always.

It was pointless to argue with him. I rolled my eyes and got into the backseat.

A strong and familiar scent of perfume wafted over from the passenger seat. It was Luna’s favorite brand.

I used to smell this scent in the car often. Every time, I would agitatedly ask Caleb what was going on. Today, however, I just glanced at the front passenger seat before looking away without a word.

Caleb stood outside the car, glancing at my stomach before scoffing. “So you stopped pretending after a few days in the hospital?”

It was almost winter, and my body was weak after the miscarriage. I did not want to catch a cold, so I wore a few more layers of clothing. I even added some heat packs to alleviate the pain in my stomach.

From the outside, my belly looked as swollen as it did before my induced labor. The difference was even harder to spot once I sat down.

I glanced at Caleb, staying silent when I saw the look of irony on his face.

He thought I could not possibly miscarry six months into the pregnancy. He refused to believe a light shove could have killed his baby.

I could not be bothered to argue with him. I just closed my eyes and waited for him to take me home.

Since he could not get a reaction out of me, Caleb grumbled and started the car. Almost as soon as he left the basement carpark, his phone rang with Luna’s personalized ringtone.

I opened my eyes in time to see him reject the call in a panic. He saw I was awake in the rear mirror and awkwardly explained, “Uh… John changed my ringtone as a prank. Don’t misunderstand, Ella.”

John was his secretary. Just then, the phone rang again. The caller ID clearly said, “Luna Baby”.

I was unperturbed, looking at the guilt flashing across Caleb’s face with a sardonic smirk.

“Answer the call. She called twice in a row, after all. Maybe it’s something important.”

Luna was doing this on purpose. She knew I was with Caleb, so she wanted to use her old tricks to tear us apart. After all, she had succeeded every time before. Caleb would abandon me and rush to her side every time.

Caleb picked up the call, his tone guilty. “I’m driving. Whatever it is, you can tell me later.”

She said something I could not hear. The next second, Caleb’s eyes widened in panic, and he slammed the brakes.

Skree— My body fell forward from the momentum. The next instant, another impact struck me from behind.

Someone had crashed into us. A steel pipe pierced into the car, stabbing me exactly in the belly.

Warm blood leaked out through my thick layers of clothing, dying the car seat red.

Caleb’s head slammed into the steering wheel. To my surprise, the first thing he did upon getting up was turn around to check on me. “Ella, are you alright?”

I was too weak to reply, holding my wound and panting as all the blood drained from my face. The blood loss was making me dizzy.

Caleb pulled off his seatbelt and ran to the back seat in a panic, trying to pull me up.

He also turned pale when he saw the bloodied steel pipe sticking out of my body.

“Ella, t-the baby…” Caleb’s voice was trembling.

My lips twitched. Somehow I found the energy to mock him. “Believe it or not, Caleb, our baby is long gone…”

The pipe had gone through my belly. Even if I had not been induced earlier, there was no way the baby could have survived.

I was heartbroken. In order to conceive, I had done so much research that I knew as much theory as a freshly graduated obstetrician. I knew that the chances were high that I would lose my womb.

I would never become a mother again.

Caleb’s gaze was manic. He wanted to pick me up, but he did not dare to touch me when he saw the long steel pipe. His expression was distraught. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll find a way to save you right now!

“I’ll take you to the hospital! You and the baby will be fine, I promise…”

I had not heard him call me “honey” for almost three years. What a blast from the past…

I closed my eyes amidst the irony. Before I lost consciousness, I could hear Caleb’s anguished cries. He seemed to be calling someone while yelling at the driver who rear-ended us.

Whatever. I did not care. I was tired, and I wanted to sleep…

Caleb and I started dating in high school. That year, I was the school idol and the top scorer. He was the welfare case and the perpetual runner-up.

He was handsome and good at his studies. Even though he was poor, plenty of girls confessed to him. However, he wrote me a love song and played it on stage during the year-end party, singing his love for me.

Everyone objected, but I insisted on dating him.

I had fallen in love with him at first sight. His good looks, stubborn temper, and rugged determination won my heart.

After every exam, he would wait in anticipation for his results. Once he got what he expected, he would congratulate me for coming in first.

I liked how sincere and honest he was. I naively believed that he was pure at heart.

We went to the same Ivy League university and chose different majors. Both of us shone in our respective fields.

He rejected everyone else’s advances, buying me gifts and treating me to fancy meals with his scholarship money.

When I graduated, I came to this city and started a company with him using the seed money my parents gave me.

To save money, we did not even have a wedding ceremony. We just registered our marriage, ate a cake we bought at a discount in our tiny apartment, drank two bottles of the cheapest wine, and swore our lives to each other.

We did not dare to have a baby at the time, but I accidentally fell pregnant the next year.

It was only after I miscarried that we went for a test and found out about Caleb’s serious disease.

The doctor had said that even if we did not use protection, it would not be easy for us to conceive. Nevertheless, that baby had beaten the odds and settled in my belly.

Unfortunately, we were both too careless. Neither of us noticed until he left us.

Since then, Caleb started to worry about continuing his family line. He asked me to consider having a baby earlier, while we still could. I felt bad for him, so I agreed.

At the time, his company had just started up. Money was tight, and I could not bear to give him any more pressure, so I lowered my head and asked my parents for money.