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I was in the operating room having 28 eggs retrieved, while Kellan was next door accompanying his little childhood sweetheart for an abortion procedure.
When the doctor called out the family member's name for the tenth time in the hallway, Kellan finally rushed over hurriedly.
He left only one sentence before hurriedly departing again.
"So many women are lining up for egg retrieval, what's there to be so fussy about!? You have to ask me about such a trivial matter, can't you make your own decision?"
In the operating room, I felt utterly hopeless and immediately called for the doctor to stop what he was doing.
I turned and called my best friend abroad, and booked a flight for seven days later.
But when I was really about to leave, Kellan panicked.
He found me with red-rimmed eyes, but the love was gone.

He Accompanied His lover, I Accepted the Egg Retrieval Surgery

Self-abortion has left me sleepless night after night.


I open my phone to see Sarah's social media update from just a minute ago:


"No more fear of cold hands and feet~ The one who loves you is willing to warm your feet with their body heat~"


The accompanying photo shows Kellan holding Sarah's feet with a willing expression, while Sarah's face bears the unique shyness of post-intimacy.


Kellan is a germaphobe. During our passionate moments, I deliberately stretched my feet into his arms, but he flinched away as if touching something dirty. We had a huge fight over it.


But now, in the picture, he looks completely willing.


I silently hit the like button, then turn off my phone.


However, I didn't expect Kellan to return to the master bedroom tonight.


A pair of warm hands slips under the covers, followed by my back pressing against a slightly cool chest.


Just thinking about Sarah's feet being where I am now makes me feel sick to my stomach.


I twist my body, struggling to break free.


"Vivienne, are you still angry? Everything I said today was out of frustration. Please don't take it to heart."


"Sarah is still just a kid herself, and now that she's just lost her baby, she's bound to be heartbroken. Don't hold it against her like she's an adult."


Child, child!Always a child, but I'm only one year older than Sarah! Why should I have to be the one not to mind!


Her child is a child, but isn't mine too? Wasn't I still a child when I lost my own child?


In the past, I would have definitely gotten into a heated argument with him, red-faced and refusing to back down until he said he loved me most.


I took a deep breath, realizing that the day had come when I could calmly tell my own husband to go comfort another woman.


Kellan frowned, but ultimately said nothing and turned to leave.


"Sweetheart, if you had always been this understanding, we wouldn't have had so many conflicts, would we?"


I turned away, not giving him a single glance.


Five minutes later, a woman's moans and a man's grunts, among other sounds, chaotically echoed through the wall.


"Baby, tell me... mmm... between me and big sis Vivienne, who do you love more?"


"You, of course. Do you even need to ask? You little temptress, who couldn't love you?"


"It doesn't matter who I marry. What's important is that you'll always be number one to me."


Chapter 2