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When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was white. The smell of disinfectant stung my nose.
A searing pain shot through my arm, and blood seeped through the white bandage.
A sharp cry escaped my lips.
Hearing my movement, Julian looked up from behind his laptop.
He adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses. “You’re awake. Feeling better?”
“I hired the best plastic surgeon for your skin graft surgery. You just need to rest these next few days, and you’ll be discharged soon.”
I struggled to grab the water glass on the table and threw it at him.
“Who gave you permission to touch my body?”
He didn’t get angry. Instead, he uncharacteristically took my hand and soothed me gently.
“Alright, alright, I went too far this time. But she truly has a natural talent for painting. We couldn’t let her arm be ruined,
could we?”
But he forgot that I loved to paint too, and my dream was to take my own artwork to the international stage.
.
“If you’re still upset, how about we get remarried next month?”
Just then, a nurse rushed in.
“Miss Stella is awake and raising a fuss in her room, Mr. Julian. She’s only asking for you.”
Julian Impatiently waved the nurse away. “There are so many doctors here, what good would I be?” Then he turned back to me, his voice soft.
“We only signed a separation agreement, not filed for official divorce. It doesn’t really count yet.”
“We’re practically an old married couple; why are you playing these childish games? Don’t you care what people will say?”
“If you don’t like living with Stella, I can arrange another house for you. How does that sound?”
It was laughable. Since when does the mistress move in and the wife get kicked out?
I coldly yanked my hand away. “No need!”
No need. We would never be entangled again in this life.
Just then, the nurse burst in again, frantically. “Bad news! Miss Stella went to the rooftop!”
Julian was anxious to run to the rooftop, but he also didn’t want to leave me. He insisted on pushing me along.
The girl stood on the edge of the rooftop, swaying precariously in the wind.
Tears streamed down her face, making her look even more heartbroken. “I heard everything! You’re not really getting divorced; you’re lying to me!”
“But I’m pregnant! How could you do this to me?”
“I can’t let my child be illegitimate. If you won’t marry me, I’ll jump right now!”
I’d never seen Julian look so utterly panicked and desperate.
He took a step closer to the girl, his eyes red.
“Stella, come down. You and the baby are my treasures. I’ll give you anything you want!”
“If I’m lying, may I drop dead!”
Julian raised his hand and swore, his words sincere, putting on a perfect show of deep devotion.
I glanced at the sunlight in the sky, so bright it made my own tears flow.
Love doesn’t disappear; it just shifts.
The girl, who’d just been threatening to end it all, immediately flung herself into Julian’s arms.
He held Stella tightly, as if she were the brightest star in his sky.
5.22 AM M
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“Divorce. Right now. We’ll get the papers tomorrow. Anything to make you happy, I’ll give it!”
I watched the scene, my eyes welling up.
Her baby was a treasure. What was *my* baby?
Just a week ago, I’d been diagnosed pregnant. Julian was in a rush to celebrate Stella’s birthday and insisted on leaving.
I stepped forward to stop him, but he pushed me, and I fell down the stairs. When I woke up, our baby was gone.
Yet he showed no remorse: “So weak and fragile. How could it be my child?”
“It’s gone, so what? Just a few cells. We can make another one!”
But now he regarded Stella’s child as so precious.
I wiped away my tears and quietly left.
