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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.

Love for a Decade, I Give Up

Meeting Jaxon again, we're both not who we used to be.


The South African sunlight has darkened my skin considerably, yet it's given me a new vitality. I'm no longer that worn-out housewife I once was.


As for Jaxon, he's exhausted, with an unkempt beard.


His wrinkled shirt hasn't seen an iron, and his tie and jacket combo is a mess.


He furrows his brow as he surveys my living space, unable to hide the disdain in his eyes.


"Vivienne, running away from home is one thing, but why come to such a godforsaken place? Are you trying to make me feel sorry for you?"


"Forget it, we'll talk when we get home. This is no place for people to stay."


Jaxon tries to grab my hand, but he ends up scratching my newly healed scars.


I hiss in pain and instinctively slap him across the face.


This golden boy, facing rejection for the first time, stares at me in utter disbelief.


He wants to lash out in anger, but after hesitating, he just lets out a soft sigh.


Chapter 7