My CEO boyfriend promises that he'll only complete 99 wishes with his first love—she's lost her memory after being injured. However, I see them curling up in each other's arms when the wishes are completed.

Later, I stop pestering him about him caring for his first love. All I ask from him is an anklet for a baby—I want it as a remembrance of our child's birth, which is happening soon.

His gaze softens at the mention of the child. "Once I'm done with this, I'll accompany you shopping so we can pick out things for the baby."

I nod compliantly. I don't tell him it's already been a week since I asked a lawyer to draft a breakup agreement. In fact, we're already broken up.

After getting discharged from the hospital, I met Zachary Harrow in the hospital yard.

Sienna Lawson was leaning against him, and the two of them were whispering affectionately to each other. When Zachary saw me, his smile disappeared instantly.

He shielded Sienna behind him protectively, like he was afraid that I would do something to her. "What are you doing here?"

His wary gaze chilled me to the bones.

Sienna tugged on Zachary's sleeve gently. "Zach, don't scare Evie."

Before I could say anything, she looked at me apologetically. "Don't misunderstand, Evie. I was injured, and Zach was just worried about me."

Zachary turned to comfort her in soft tones. When he looked back at me, his expression was once again impatient. "What do you want?"

I opened my mouth, then hesitated. In the end, I just shook my head. "Nothing. I'm just passing through."

Perhaps noticing that something was off with me, Zachary approached me and said with surprising gentleness, "If so, go home. You're pregnant. You should be careful."

Behind him, Sienna looked at me with displeasure.

I nodded. "Okay."

With that, Zachary left with Sienna, who looked triumphant as they walked away.

I turned around, my hands instinctively resting on my stomach. Bitterness welled up inside of me.

Right now, my husband was with another woman. And standing right behind him, I—his wife—had just lost our child.

If he had only turned back to look at me that day or even visited me once at the hospital, he would've known.

I pulled a bitter smile. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I suddenly felt the small glass jar inside. My fingers tightened around it as memories flooded my mind.

The first and only time he had accompanied me to the hospital for my prenatal checkups, his first love had found him. Ever since then, he stopped coming home. He even skipped work just to spend time with her.

When I begged him to spend just a day with me, eyes red with desperation, he told me, "Sienna has always been frail, and now, she's lost her memories. She needs me.

"Don't worry. I'm just helping her recover. There won't be anything between us."

He promised me that he would only help Sienna fulfill 99 wishes. After that, he would come back to me and stay with me forever, just like he'd vowed in the first place.

Every time he fulfilled one of Sienna's wishes, I would make a paper star.

Seven days ago, I made the 99th star. If he could grant Sienna 99 wishes, could I exchange these 99 stars for just one of mine?

With hope in my heart, I brought the jar of stars with me to search for him.

When I found him, I saw him in a tight embrace with Sienna. On the table before them was a birthday cake and blown-out candles—Sienna had made more wishes.

I heard Zachary tell Sienna gently, "I will make all your wishes come true, no matter how many you have."

I couldn't remember how I walked up to him. At that moment, all I wanted was an answer.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice trembling.

Hearing my voice, Zachary let go of Sienna immediately, looking panicked. "Evie, what are you doing here? Don't get the wrong idea. We weren't—"

Before he could finish, Sienna began apologizing to me, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please don't get the wrong idea, Evie. Zach just wants to fulfill my wishes."

Zachary comforted her as gently as ever, but when he turned to me, his eyes were full of reproach.

"Sorry for interrupting you," I said, turning away before he could say anything. I walked out without looking back.

In my hurry, I did not notice the small truck speeding toward me.

I was knocked to the ground.

I thought Zachary would run out after me, but when I fell, I saw him holding Sienna, who had fainted in distress, in his arms. He sounded panicked as he called for emergency services.

I was only saved because an ambulance happened to pass by. Meanwhile, Sienna was sent to the hospital by Zachary himself.

When I woke up, they told me that my child was gone.

All I had left was tears and grief.

I would let Zachary have what he wanted. They could both have what they wanted, just like I would.

I didn't want to think about Zachary and Sienna anymore. The sound of Sienna's laughter behind me grated on my ears. Picking up my pace, I quickly left the hospital.

Ever since Zachary stopped coming home, the house had felt empty. There was only me and Grace Lewis, our housekeeper, and no one else.

Grace came out to greet me happily when she saw me come home, but when she saw my pale face, she immediately looked worried. "Evie, you've been away for quite some time. Were you sick? You look terrible!"

Even Grace worried about me. Why didn't Zachary? I hadn't even gotten a word of concern from him.

Forcing out a weak smile, I reassured Grace, "I'm fine. Let's have dinner. I'm hungry."

"Alright. I'll make you some of your favorite soup. It'll warm you right up."

With that, Grace bustled off to the kitchen.

I took out the jar of paper stars, placed it on the table, and stared at it quietly.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found Zachary's mother, Julia Brook, standing outside.

Before I could say anything, she exclaimed, "Goodness, Evie! Why do you look so pale?"

She pulled me into the house and sat me down quickly. If I hadn't protested, she would've brought me to the hospital right that instant. "You're with child. You need to take care of yourself! Where's Zachary? Is he not with you?

"He hasn't been at work lately. His father and I thought he was spending more time with you, but then, Grace called and told us he wasn't. If she hadn't called, were you going to keep this from me?"

Julia was really kind to me. I felt warmed by her concern, but I really could not answer her questions.

Thankfully, Grace emerged from the kitchen right on time, carrying a bowl of my favorite soup in her hands.

"I hope you don't think I'm meddling, Evie," she said. "I was just worried about you."

I shook my head, smiling. "Not at all, Grace."

The front door opened again. This time, Zachary entered the house. He looked surprised when he saw us. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"You tell me. Where were you these past few days?" Julia retorted sharply. "Why weren't you with Evie?"

Zachary hesitated, not knowing how to respond to that. "I was busy."

"What could be more important than Evie? She's pregnant with your child," Julia said. "Besides, couldn't you delegate your tasks to someone else? Why do you have to do everything yourself?"

I tugged at her hand, comforting her as I spoke up for Zachary. "It's fine, Julia. If he's busy, let him be. I'm fine."

Zachary gave me a guilty look. "Thanks, Evie."

I wasn't sure if he was thanking me for defending him or for not exposing him for his lie.

"Either way, you're staying tonight," Julia said warningly. "You will take care of Evie and spend time with her."

"But…" The words died in his throat. Even he knew that what he was doing was wrong.

…

In the bedroom, all the lights were turned off except for one lamp. Its faint glow cast shadows on my face, making me look more frail than ever.

Zachary came into the room and perched on the side of the bed. "Evie, Sienna's waiting for me. She can't be alone," he said cautiously, testing the waters.

I did not answer. Instead, I took out the jar of paper stars.

"What is this?" he asked, perplexed.

"99 paper stars. I finished them."

Zachary faltered. "Are we already at 99?"

"Are you still going to leave?"

My pleading did nothing to soften his heart.

"Evie, Sienna lost her memory. I can't just leave her. You understand, don't you?" he said. "I promise you that once she recovers, I'll make her leave. Then, I'll be with you and only you. Okay?"

How could I force him to stay? He was going to leave me anyway. It was inevitable, just like my departure was.

I nodded. Before he left, I made a request. "I would like a baby bracelet as a gift to our child."

He patted my head gently. "Okay. When I get back, we'll go and shop for baby things together. I promise."

The sound of the front door closing faded into the night, replaced with the sound of my quiet sobs.

I turned on the lights and took out the stack of medical reports from the drawer.

Once, these reports brought me tears of joy. I was so excited to carry my first child.

Now, I was saying goodbye to them with tears again—but this time, they were of sorrow.

Under the medical reports was a yellowed piece of paper.

It was the first love letter Zachary had ever written to me.

Gently, I traced the elegant handwriting on the paper. He wasn't the same man I had fallen in love with. Now, he only cared about Sienna.

Suddenly, Zachary burst into the room. He froze for a moment when he saw me crying. "Why are you crying?"

He came over and reached out to wipe my tears, but I ducked away from him.

"Evie, are you okay?" he asked, clearly dumbfounded.

I shook my head. "I'm fine. I was just thinking about what it would be like to have a child of my own."

Zachary's gaze fell onto the yellowed paper in my hands. He paused.

Suddenly panicked, I quickly pulled the paper away. "I found this while looking for something else just now."

He gave me a skeptical look. "You're pregnant. You shouldn't be so negative all the time."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I insisted. "Why did you come back anyway?"

"I came to grab some clothes. I also wanted to ask you—do you want anything engraved on the baby bracelet?" he said.

I was taken aback. I hadn't expected him to care about that.

"How about our initials?" he suggested.

I lowered my head, my gaze falling onto my stomach. A bitter ache welled up in me. "Whatever you like."

It didn't matter anyway.

After packing his clothes, Zachary looked at me again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Seeing this, a flicker of hope stirred in me. "If I said I wasn't okay, would you stay?"

He smiled awkwardly. "Don't be difficult, Evie. Sienna's waiting. I don't want her to worry."

"I was kidding. Go ahead," I told him.

On the inside, I scoffed at myself.

What did I expect? I shouldn't have expected anything better from him.

After he left, I got up and packed my things as well. I tried not to dwell too much on Zachary, but the tears still fell.

I put my packed suitcase aside. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the jar of paper stars again.

Every single star was a heartfelt wish that Zachary had shattered.

I took out one of the stars and unfolded it. As I did so, I saw the ring on my finger—the one he had crafted for me himself.

"I will make you a ring that is one of a kind," he had vowed.

…

The next morning, I woke up to find a text from Zachary. He told me that the baby bracelet was done, and I needed to pick it up.

Apparently, he and Sienna had moved out of the hospital and into a new place. I only found out today.

I stood in front of the unfamiliar door and pressed the doorbell.

The person who opened the door led me to the yard, where Sienna was swinging from a branch leisurely.

Zachary treated her like a princess. She did not need to concern herself with anything—her life was perfectly carefree and untouched by worries.

I envied her—just a little.

Collecting myself, I asked calmly, "Where's Zachary?"

Sienna turned, a smug expression spreading across her face. "Oh, Evie. You're here for the bracelet, aren't you?"

I nodded.

The smug look intensified as she got off her swing and walked toward me. It was then that I noticed a delicate bracelet around her wrist.

"I liked it, so I asked Zachary to give it to me," she said. "If you want a bracelet, I'll let him know. He'll make another one for you."

I stared at her, my heart feeling like it had turned into a block of ice.

My child had already lost the chance to be born into this world. I just wanted them to have something of their own—just a simple bracelet.

But Zachary just gave it away to Sienna.

All the pain I felt throughout the past few years reemerged. I had never asked Zachary for anything other than the bracelet. I had let him spend all his time with Sienna. I used to love him, so much so that I could forgive him for anything.

But why did he have to go this far? That bracelet belonged to our child!

Shaking with anger, I looked up at Sienna, my eyes bloodshot.

She seemed startled by my reaction. Before she could react, I slapped her hard across the face.

She held her hand to her cheek in shock. "How dare you hit me!"

"That slap was for my child."

I didn't want to see her or Zachary ever again. I turned and left.

Behind me, Sienna wailed.

Zachary rushed over when he heard the commotion. He was immediately concerned when he saw Sienna crying. "Sienna, what happened? Who hit you?"

Sienna slipped the bracelet off her wrist while Zachary was distracted and put it in her pocket. Then, tearfully, she said, "It was Evie. She said she was here for a bracelet, but I didn't know where it was. Then she said I lost it on purpose and slapped me!"

Upon hearing this, Zachary was furious. Sienna hastily tried to console him, saying it was nothing.

On second thoughts, Zachary found the situation strange. Why would I slap Sienna for no reason?

"Zach, my face hurts," Sienna sobbed.

Zachary comforted her in gentle tones even as the doubt in his mind grew.

Just then, one of their household staff approached, interrupting his thoughts. "Dr. Landy is here."

Upon looking at Sienna's questioning look, Zachary said, "You don't like hospitals, right? I brought my private doctor here so you won't have to go to a hospital in the future."

…

After Dr. Landy gave Sienna a quick examination, he took out a stack of documents that he had brought over from the hospital.

"I picked up Ms. Lawson's medical records from the hospital and took a look. As long as she avoids extreme emotional distress, she'll recover fine. You do not have to worry, Mr. Harrow."

Zachary breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Dr. Landy took out another report and continued, "But your wife needs more attention. I happened to see Ms. Mueller's most recent report at the hospital, so I brought it over as well. She will need a lot of rest and proper care, or she might have trouble conceiving in the future."

Zachary frowned, confused. "What do you mean? What's wrong with her?"

"She just miscarried, so she needs proper care…"

"Miscarried?" Zachary interrupted, looking shocked. "What miscarriage? Who had a miscarriage?"

Dr. Landy was confused by his ignorance. "Did you not know? Ms. Mueller had a miscarriage last week."

Zachary was stunned. Questions filled his mind.

Why hadn't he been told? Why had I said nothing to him?

He snatched the report from Dr. Landy. Sure enough, my miscarriage was recorded right there on the paper.