Being abandoned

All hopes were instantly extinguished, leaving a cold sensation from head to toe.

Perhaps this is what it feels like when one is overwhelmed with despair.

I held the phone, unable to utter a word for a long time. I wanted to ask something, but it seemed pointless.

Where he's gone, it goes without saying.

I clearly told him there would be no next time. So, this means he's made his choice.

Hasn't he? No adult leads their life without understanding the needs of making choices, weighing the pros and cons.

After considering all the options, I was the one he chose to abandon.

My hand instinctively moved towards my stomach.

I began to wonder, should I really keep this child? Once I choose to keep it, even if I want to sever ties with him, it will be highly unlikely that I can do so completely.

The issue of child custody is a huge one Over the phone, he called out my name, "Sophia?" "Mmm." Without further ado, or rather, at this precise moment, I didn't want to say one extra word to him.

After breakfast, I drove myself to the hospital.

I wanted him to accompany me, wanting to surprise him.

What's up with Aunt Sandra's antics? I'm not already heavily pregnant and inconvenient to move, am I?

Perhaps I was too preoccupied, by the time the car overtook me out of the blue, I hardly had time to react. With a loud bang, I hit it. Coming back to my senses, my world spun before my eyes. With the bit of strength remaining, I instinctively dialed for Richard.

One of the first things I did after marrying him was setting him as my emergency contact.

— Richard is now my husband.

This fact alone made me incredibly happy for a long time, and I couldn't wait to do something to manifest our relationship.

But after a good long thought, all I could do was set him as my emergency contact.

And he was totally oblivious. An individual's solitary revelry after all. Just like now, the phone rang for a very long time.

But no one picked up.

My stomach began to ache, fear gripped me as I thought about my child.

"Richard, answer the phone!"

Finally, he did. But the voice that answered was not his own but Bianca's, who said gently, "Sophia, what's the matter? Didn't Richard tell you he doesn't have time for you today?"

Her voice was like a sharp knife and it plunged into my heart cruelly, leaving it bleeding.

I was struggling to breathe, tears brimming over uncontrollably, my fingertips trembling.

I never thought that a love spanning numerous years would, in a split second, be colored with hate.

My strength was hollowed out by hatred, and darkness suddenly enveloped my vision, plummeting me into the abyss. When I woke up again, all I could see was a pristine white.

Medicine flowed into my body through the IV drip, bringing a chill to the back of my hand. Memories from before I passed out flooded my mind, and I subconsciously moved my hand over my stomach, it was still throbbing in pain.

My child…

The thought was unbearable, every second a torment. I abruptly sat up, swinging my legs off the bed to find a doctor.

"Sophia Sophia!" The door to the sickroom suddenly swung open.

Upon seeing my movements, Amelia immediately rushed in and pinning me down. With an urgent voice, he said, "Don't move around.

The injection is not done yet, don't you want your arm?" Normally, I don't have a crying disposition. However, when I thought about how my child was completely out of control, I lifted up my head, met Amelia's concerned eyes, and tears streamed down my face.

"Amelia, my... my child…" I regretted it immensely. Thinking back to when I was contemplating whether to keep this child, I felt immeasurable guilt. It's my child.

He must have chosen me as his mother after taking a lot of deliberation in heaven.

And yet, I was considering whether to keep him. Amelia gently wiped away my tears, hugging me. It was an unprecedented patience he had never shown before, "Why are you crying? The baby is good and in your stomach, very obedient and very strong."

"Really?" "Of course it's true. If you don't believe it, ask the nurse," Amelia said.

The nurse, who had come in together with Amelia, chuckled helplessly, "Don't just worry about your child, you hit your head.

We bandaged the cut on your forehead, but since you're pregnant, we didn't do a CT scan.

How are you feeling? Is your dizziness severe?"

"I'm fine..." I shook my head a little, simply feeling slightly dizzy.

"In that case, after your fluid therapy, you can go home and monitor your condition.

If you feel uncomfortable, come back to the hospital immediately."

Then, the nurse patted my shoulder, comforting, "Relax, your baby is developing very well.

Taking care of yourself is the best protection for your baby."

Upon saying this, he stepped out.

Hearing this, the tension in my nerves finally slackened.

I hugged Amelia as I softly sobbed.

It was like crying out all my grievances and reluctance.

After a while, as my emotions slowly settled, Amelia let go of me and dragged a chair over to sit beside me.

With a face full of lingering fear, she asked, "Do you know you really scared me to death?

Weren't you supposed to take Richard to the cemetery today?

Why was there only you in the car, where is Richard? If it wasn't for the hospital contacting the emergency contact when I happened to call you, you would be lying alone in the hospital, with nobody knowing if anything happened to you!!

I checked the car's dashcam, and it was clear from your reaction speed that you could have avoided that car, but you didn't.

What were you thinking? You nearly killed yourself, do you know that?"

Amelia got more flustered as she spoke, her eyes turning bright red, and he turned his face away, evidently feeling much fear.

I wanted to ease her anger, I wanted to assure her there was nothing to fear, wasn't I fine right there.

However, in the end, all I managed to say was a single, extremely subdued sentence, "Amelia, I've figured it out."

Amelia looked at me,

"What?"

"I want a divorce."

I sighed out a breath of rancid air, feeling a sense of relief that I hadn't felt for the past few weeks, "I don't want Richard anymore."

Amelia stared at me in astonishment for a long moment before she finally managed to speak: "Really figure it out?"

"Mmm."

Seven years. For several meals, I had genuinely liked him for seven years.

Yet he didn't even fluctuate his emotions for me.

It's laughable to say, but seeing him get angry at Bianca time and time again, I felt a hint of envy in my heart.

How pathetic it is.

I also knew very well that his heart would forever wave for Bianca.

Today, I don't want to understand.

The person who should understand tomorrow is him.

So, why should I humiliate myself? Amelia suddenly raised an eyebrow, "It's really a double-edged sword, a car accident scrambled your love brain.

If I had known earlier, I would have told you to do it sooner."

""What about the child? Does he know the existence of the child?"

Amelia started to plan my divorce matters for me.

"I don't know."

The corner of my mouth lifted into a curve, and my tone was difficult, "Originally, I was planning to tell him today."