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Just before the New Year, I learned that Adam, who had always been very nice to me, had a property. I initially believed it would be our future home when we tied the knot later in spring. Filled with excitement, I hurried over, only to find him in bed with another woman. She was panting, and the scene was jarring. "Adam, how do you think Mia would react if she knew you intentionally got her pregnant to use the baby's umbilical cord blood to save me?" she inquired. Adam, with a lustful expression, continued his actions. "She and her unborn

Frozen Heartbreak, A Mother's Chilling Escape

"If he insists on kneeling, let him. His knees aren't that valuable anyway."


It wasn't until the late hours that the distinctive ringtone, reserved solely for Adam, sounded again.


"Adam, I'm famished... could you bring me something to eat?"


Adam responded gently, "I'll be there soon," before clumsily exiting the room.


Adam always refused to let me consume instant noodles, calling them unhealthy. Yet, for Chesley, he quickly abandoned his "real men don't cook" stance to prepare meals for her.


Evidently, a scoundrel and a spiteful woman were well-suited. They were accomplices in their shared misery and deception.


I silently drew the curtains. I now realized how shallow and meaningless his love and remorse had always been.


In the days that followed, Adam repeatedly appeared outside Alan's residence with sweet bean pastries, pleading for my forgiveness.


Chapter 8