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On the day I was seven months pregnant, Alaric proposed to his pure love.
That woman took off the ring Alaric had placed on her finger himself and tossed it into the sea.
"Alaric, I heard Miss Langdon used to be a state swim team champion. Why don't you have her jump in and fetch my ring for me?"
Her finger traced Alaric's pecs as she breathed into his ear, "I'll play any game you want tonight."
Alaric's heated gaze roamed over her legs, then he turned to me with a smirk.
I understood his meaning and frantically clutched my belly, pleading, "Alaric, I'm seven months pregnant, and it's winter..."
But Alaric just swallowed hard and scoffed, "You don't actually think I care about that bastard in your belly, do you? It's not like you haven't miscarried before. Why act all precious now? Jump in and find that ring, or you're never coming back up!"
He had someone forcibly lift me and throw me into the sea.
I bobbed up and down in the frigid water, searching back and forth for hours.
Until I felt something draining from my belly, until the azure sea water was stained with a streak of crimson...
I looked up at the scene on the cruise ship, where Alaric was marrying his pure love amid the cheers of the crowd, and my heart finally shattered.
Seven years of marriage, nine miscarriages, this was the last time.

Seven Months Pregnant into the Sea to Retrieve a Ring

"Tell Vivienne to take the agreement and get the hell out!"


"I don't want to see her still in that villa before I get back!"


In the dead of night, a clap of thunder shook the sky.


Alaric suddenly woke up, instinctively reaching out to hold the person beside him.


But when he met Harlow's unfamiliar sleeping face, he realized he had mistaken her for someone else.


Of course, only that woman would be too frightened by thunder to sleep.


In the past, he used to habitually cover that woman's ears, and when she was woken up by the noise, he would mock her for having too many guilty secrets.


He just sat there on the bed, staring at the spacious room. His previous agitation had dissipated considerably after venting and the cool air following the storm. Instead, he was left with a feeling of emptiness and loss.


Still uneasy, he got dressed intending to go home, but Harlow clung to him.


"Alaric, where are you going in the middle of the night?"


Chapter 7