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Seven years after becoming Pearson's deaf-mute wife, a car accident restored my hearing.
I endured the pain of steel piercing my skin and made a video call to Pearson.
Before I could speak, I heard the voice of my best friend: "Pearson, can you accompany me and my child tonight?"
Pearson told me indifferently that he couldn't go home because of work, but at the same time turned his head and answered her: "Of course!"
I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and bright red blood flowed between my thighs.
I gestured to him in panic and said incoherently: "Save the child!"
But Pearson ignored my panic and hung up the phone.
When I tried to call back, I found that he had blocked me.
I could only watch the eight-month-old fetus die in my womb.
Just then, my best friend sent a video of her and Pearson celebrating her three-year-old child's birthday. In the video, the child sweetly called Pearson "Dad".
I was numb all over, endured the heart-wrenching pain, pulled out a leg from the car, and climbed out.
At that moment, the car exploded.
I looked at the raging flames, took off my ring and threw it into the fire.
Then, I sent a message to my parents whom I hadn’t contacted for a long time: “Mom and Dad, I agree to go abroad for rehabilitation and take over the Sterling Group.”

In the Silent Years of My Marriage

As Pearson sat outside my office building in his crumpled suit at the end of the workday, he pulled out a ring when he saw me approaching.


I frowned. "What are you doing, Mr. Langdon? I'm not interested in someone's sloppy seconds."


Pearson's face fell, visibly shattered by my words.


"This ring is hollow. It contains our child's ashes. I've worn it every day for the past year, hoping that someday our baby would come back to us and choose us as parents again. But now I know I'm not worthy anymore.


Callie, I'm sorry. I've failed you. My time is running out. It's best if you just forget about me."


I took the ring, and Pearson turned and walked away without another word.


Three months later, I had stabilized our domestic operations and was preparing to return to the States.


Same airport, same flight time, but it felt like an eternity had passed.


I turned to look behind me. A figure stood in the distance, gazing at me with deep affection.


Chapter 7