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Xavion's newly acquired seventy-second lover was pregnant. I discovered this just after I had finished dealing with his previous obsessively clingy little bird who was already showing.
Right in front of me, lover number seventy-two cradled her belly as she perched on Xavion's lap:
"I heard that Serenity's opera performances before her pregnancy were among the best in the circle. I'd love to hear it~ Mr. Winters, could you make her change into costume and sing for me right now? If she pleases me..."
She leaned closer to Xavion, her eyes filled with seduction.
"Tonight, Mr. Winters can play however he wants."
Xavion's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then in the next instant, he looked up at me.
He didn't say anything, but everyone present understood his meaning.
With a pale face, I clutched my stomach and pleaded with him:
"Xavion, please, no. Singing and dancing, I'll miscarry!"
The crowd burst into laughter. Xavion, feeling embarrassed, looked at me with disdain:
"It's not like you haven't miscarried before. If you lose it, can't you just get pregnant again? Why are you still standing there?""Strip off your clothes now! If you can't cheer Vivienne up, you might as well not come down from that stage tonight!"
With that, the crowd roughly tore off my outer garments.
I was stripped bare, their mocking gazes roaming over every inch of my body. Their disgusting stares made my pregnant belly ache with pangs of discomfort.
Finally, having had their fill of looking, they tossed me a costume like some kind of charity.
With trembling hands, I put on the costume, watching as Xavion and Vivienne shared a passionate kiss surrounded by the adoring crowd.
In the chaotic breeze, I began to sing, my laughter bitter.
Xavion, this is the seventh time, and it will be the last.

My Heart Ached Seven Times In the Harsh Winter

Xavion didn't have the patience to read through these documents. He only knew that his mother wouldn't let him get the short end of the stick, so he simply picked up the pen and signed the papers.


As he finished the last stroke, Mrs. Winters visibly breathed a sigh of relief, her face breaking into a smile.


"That's settled then. A weight has finally been lifted off my chest. Once you get the divorce certificate in a month, I'll truly be at ease. We'll have to throw a proper celebration then, to mark your freedom from that jinx!"


Xavion stood there, dumbfounded, forcing an awkward smile.


"What divorce certificate? What are you talking about?"


He leaned in closer, the words 'divorce agreement' looming large before his eyes. Looking further down, he saw Serenity's name alongside his own, glaringly obvious.


He snatched the agreement, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it into the trash can.


His expression was filled with impatience.


Chapter 7