Chapter 10
The next day, I opened my eyes.
Standing in front of me was Jimmy.
He had smuggled me out.
He had injuries–bruises around his neck and red veins in his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days.
He said to me, “I’m sorry.”
I felt numb.
I’d heard too many apologies these days.
He looked at me with pain in his eyes. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
I said, “Isn’t it ironic for you to ask me that?
“Between these two who hurt me, which one was any better?”
He pressed his lips tight.
He wanted to ask why I didn’t tell him I was pregnant.
But when he opened his mouth, no words came out.
Yeah, they had said it themselves.
If I were pregnant, they’d tell me to get lost.
He knew he had no right to ask.
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His hand clenched tightly. “Michelle, you knew all along this was a game.
“So all the kisses, hugs, fights, and every ‘I love you‘ you said to me this past year–were they all fake?”
I wanted to say that he was right. It was all fake.
But I sighed deeply instead. “Jimmy, I’m not a professional actress. I cannot fake love.
“The day you kissed me first, I was so happy I couldn’t sleep all night, thinking you finally cared about me.
“I told myself I’d treat you even better in return.
“I really thought about having your child and living a good life with you.”
His pupils trembled violently, and his face gradually lost its color.
I looked at him, my voice calm as if telling someone else’s story.
“I admit, on my birthday you sent fireworks all over the city. You woke me from nightmares and patiently comforted me no matter how tired you were. I was so happy.
“You said you wanted to give me a grand wedding and have a child with me Before I overheard those words at the club that day, I believed you.
“I even started loving poetry and quietly thought about what we’d name our child.
“That day, braved the heavy rain to find you to tell you I was pregnant.
“But I’m not a fool–no one can stand being treated like a toy by someone they love.
“Now I can tell you clearly–I hate you both.”
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His eyes
filled with tears. He reached out to touch me but pulled back sharply, biting his lip until it bled. “Please, don’t write me off like this.
“At least, at least tell me–what can I do to ease your hatred a little?”
Outside, the windswept dry leaves against the glass.
I looked into his shattered eyes and whispered, “Let me go.”
He clenched his hand, trembling as he took a deep breath.
After a long moment, he squeezed out broken words from his throat.
“Fine, I’ll let you go.”
