Love for a Decade, I Give Up

In the tenth year of our relationship, when Jaxon learned of my pregnancy, he gifted me a luxurious $80 million mansion for my prenatal care.

Instead, I terminated the pregnancy and booked a one-way ticket to South Africa.

All because in my previous life, I had heeded his words to quit my job for conceiving a baby, sacrificing my entire life for him and our child.

When I was on my deathbed, I discovered 999 love letters he had written to his "pure love."

"You are the most pristine moonlight in my heart. I can't bear to see you tainted by the mundane world's matters."

"Bearing children, managing the household, being filial to elders - these are all things others can do for you. You just need to be happy, content, and live each day radiantly."

Only then did I realize he had long ago transferred all his assets to his "pure love."

Even the child I had given my life to bear had been calling his "pure love" Mom all along.

And I, critically ill, couldn't even afford medical treatment.

I could only pass away miserably under the cold gazes of my husband and daughter.

When I opened my eyes again, I looked at my slightly bulging belly and walked to the hospital to make an appointment for an abortion.