ManyWriters

I'm the youngest forensic sketch artist at the police station,
Ivo is a star at the fire department.
We were the envied model couple.
The biggest jewelry store in our city was robbed,
While sorting through photos of suspects,
I discovered my fiancé picking out a necklace.
But the woman beside him wasn't me.
On the anniversary of my mother's death,
I miscarried.
Clutching my stomach, I called Ivo, begging him to take me to the hospital.
Ivo said, "Meadow forgot her keys and can't get home. I'm a firefighter, I need to let her in."
Leaving me lying in a pool of blood.
I asked for a breakup.
This time, I'm the one leaving you.
Ivo said in front of his friends, "She's making a big deal out of nothing this time. After we break up, don't come begging me to take you back."
Later,
When he was in an accident and lying in a hospital bed hoping I'd visit,
I only tossed out one line:
"No need to save him, he's not gonna die anyway."

I Lost My Baby When He Was With His Mistress

Aria, come back. I was truly wrong. Let's not break up, okay? We've been together for so many years. Don't we have any feelings left?


Ivo, under the influence of alcohol, poured out his heart.


It's not just that he understands me; I understand him too.


"The hangover medicine is on the second shelf of the cabinet, far left. You should hire a housekeeper tomorrow to tidy things up. I'm not your maid."


"Continue, let's go for another round."


On the eve of New Year's Eve, I had dinner with my friends.


"Aria, come home with me for the holidays. My parents miss you," Melody said, looking at me.


"No need. I'm used to being alone. Besides, you only go back once a year. Why don't you enjoy yourselves a bit more? Aren't you here to keep me company today?"


Chapter 8