Chapter 6
But he didn’t spare me a single glance. Holding Daisy, he rushed into the emergency room.
As my consciousness began to fade, my lawyer, who had come to find me, immediately called for help.
“Please, save my child. And pull all investments out of the funds!”
He glanced at the blood pooling beneath me.
“It’s too late to save this baby now.”
“Quick, prepare for an emergency C–section! The patient is in critical condition!”
Hearing that last sentence, I closed my eyes in sorrow. Perhaps fate didn’t want my child to grow up in a family like this, with such a careless father.
When the anesthesia hit my system, I thought I could hear Stephen’s voice in a complete breakdown.
“What? Where have you taken my wife?!”
Wife?
After years of marriage, we never even had a proper wedding. The only reason we filed for the legal documents was so he could inherit my family’s wealth. Was that why he called me his wife?
I wanted to laugh, but the pain was too overwhelming to even manage that.
All I could think about was how I had been wronged in this marriage. The person I felt most sorry for was myself. And this unborn child.
If he had shown his true colors from the start, maybe I wouldn’t have invested my entire life in him.
The voices outside the operating room grew louder, and for the first time, Stephen was arguing with someone because of me. But at this moment, of all times.
“Get away from me! Where is my wife? I saw her fall down in your hospital! Where did you take her?!”
“Sir, please calm down. There seems to be some misunderstanding. The pregnant woman inside says
her husband has passed away.‘
“Are you kidding me? I am her husband! Her name is Alison Greene, right? That’s my wife!
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But he didn’t spare me a single glance. Holding Daisy, he rushed into the emergency room.
As my consciousness began to fade, my lawyer who had come to find me, immediately called for help.
“Please, save my child. And pull all investments out of the funds!”
He glanced at the blood pooling beneath me.
“It’s too late to save this baby now.”
“Quick, prepare for an emergency C–section! The patient is in critical condition!”
Hearing that last sentence, I closed my eyes in sorrow. Perhaps fate didn’t want my child to grow up in a family like this, with such a careless father.
When the anesthesia hit my system, I thought I could hear Stephen’s voice in a complete breakdown.
“What? Where have you taken my wife?!”
Wife?
After years of marriage, we never even had a proper wedding. The only reason we filed for the legal documents was so he could inherit my family’s wealth. Was that why he called me his wife?
I wanted to laugh, but the pain was too overwhelming to even manage that.
All I could think about was how I had been wronged in this marriage. The person I felt most sorry for was myself. And this unborn child.
If he had shown his true colors from the start, maybe I wouldn’t have invested my entire life in him.
The voices outside the operating room grew louder, and for the first time, Stephen was arguing with someone because of me. But at this moment, of all times.
“Get away from me! Where is my wife? I saw her fall down in your hospital! Where did you take her?!”
“Sir, please calm down. There seems to be some misunderstanding. The pregnant woman inside says her husband has passed away.”
“Are you kidding me? I am her husband! Her name is Alison Greene, right? That’s my wife!
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I didn’t know how much time passed, but I seemed to drift back to five years ago in my sleep.
I was the wealthy heiress everyone talked about My parents had left me a substantial inheritance.
To family and friends, I had a bright future ahead of me, full of endless possibilities.
But back then, it was Stephen’s care and persistence that touched me.
He had said he loved me and promised to protect me for life.
He kneeled in front of my parents‘ graves and swore, “Don’t worry. I will take care of
alive. Alison and make her the happiest woman
At that time, his eyes were sincere and passionate. I chose to believe him.
I gave up my plan to study abroad and used the three million dollars my parents had left me to support his startup dream.
I bought him a car, a house–everything he needed to chase his so–called “success” without any concerns.
In the early stages of his business, he worked day and night, and I transitioned from a pampered lady to a housewife.
In the mornings, I handled the household chores and took care of the kids and him.
At night, he’d come home reeking of alcohol from social gatherings. I waited for him by the door until morning.
During the hardest times, I ate expiring food for half a year, saving every penny to help him launch his project.
Back then, he was still grateful. On holidays, he would come home with little gifts and tell me, “Just hold on a little longer. Once the company takes off, we’ll live the good life.”
But that “little longer” turned into five years.
