ログインI spent the next two nights in that small apartment, sitting in the middle of my half-open suitcase. My hands moved slowly, folding my clothes, remembering how I came to this country a year ago.
I got a medical scholarship at one of the best universities in London but I destroyed it in one night. "I shouldn't have gone to that party," I said. I had no reason to stay here. My scholarship was revoked because I couldn't continue my studies. Damian's family clearly wouldn't let me stay in this apartment any longer. My only choice was to go back to my home country. My flight left at 2 PM from Heathrow Airport. I booked a taxi for 10 AM, giving me enough time to check in and compose myself before the long flight. I arrived at the airport with barely enough time. Hurriedly, I pulled my heavy suitcase through the terminal 5 corridor, looking for the check-in counter for the airline that would take me home. My growing belly made my steps slow and heavy. In the middle of the busy airport filled with tourists and business travelers, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. That's when I saw them. Damian and Laura were standing near a different departure gate—the gate to the USA. Damian was wearing a black leather jacket that made him look like a model, while Laura looked casually elegant in a long cream coat and a pink scarf wrapped around her neck. They were laughing together, their hands intertwined, and Laura occasionally patted Damian's chest. Damian was about to start his new life, studying there, marrying Laura, and forgetting about me and my baby as if we never existed. "I should say goodbye, this might be my last chance to see him," I said. Then I approached them. I was only a few meters away when Laura saw me first. Her smile instantly faded, replaced by an annoyed expression. She tugged Damian's arm and whispered something. Damian turned around. His face was shocked when he saw me. "What are you doing here?" he asked sharply. "I'm going back to my country. I can't stay here anymore," I said. Damian showed no sympathy. He just stared at me with a blank look. "I don't care where you go. We're done, Alissa. The divorce papers are signed and I just want to move on with my life," Damian said. "Honey," Laura chimed in. She rested her head on Damian's shoulder. "Let's go. The plane's about to board." "I just wanted to say goodbye. This might be the last time we see each other. After this, there won't be another chance. I'm going home and starting a new life there. We'll never see each other again," I said. "I hope that's true, I don't want to see your face again. I don't want to know anything about you or that child. I'm going to America with Laura and I'm going to forget all about this stupid marriage. So, goodbye, Alissa." "You really don't care? I'm carrying your child and you're heartless enough to leave us like this?" I asked. "I already said, I'm not sure it's mine. The court wasn't sure either. So stop bothering me," he said. "You won't do a DNA test because you're a coward and stupid," I said. His eyes widened slightly. "You..." "You hate the truth, you can't accept the reality that you're going to be a father. You're running from responsibility like a scared little kid. But one day, this child is going to grow up and he's going to find out about his father. And when that happens, he's going to find out that his father is a coward who chose money and another woman over his family. He's going to hate you, and that's all because you chose to be someone worth hating," I said. Laura stepped forward. "Enough! You're so toxic. No wonder Damian chose me over you. I'm a good woman, I would never teach a child to hate his father. But you? You've already poisoned that child's mind since he was in the womb." I laughed, a bitter laugh that came from the deepest part of my heart. "If Damian really believed this child isn't his, he wouldn't care about what I say. What I know is that he's a coward, he'll treat you the same way too, Laura." "You..." Damian started to get angry, his face turning red. Laura grabbed his hand. "Honey, don't listen to her. She's just trying to provoke you. She's vindictive and toxic. We need to leave now." Laura stared at me with a sharp look. "Don't you ever try to contact Damian again. He's chosen me and he's never coming back to you. I'm going to give him the happiness you never could. I'm going to be his wife, and he's going to be a good husband to me. As for your child? I'm sure the court made the right decision. That's not Damian's child." "Go to America and live your wonderful life but remember this, Mr. Kingsley, every night before you sleep, you'll think about this child. Every time you hear a child's laughter, you'll think about what you left behind and you'll regret it. One day, that regret is going to destroy you." He couldn't take it anymore. Whether it was emotion or because my words kept piercing his heart, he stepped forward and shoved me. "SHUT UP! YOU'RE JUST A CRAZY WOMAN!" My unbalanced body with my large belly immediately lost its balance. I fell backward, my back hitting the hard airport floor. Pain radiated from my back all the way to my stomach. "Ah!" I screamed, my hands immediately grabbing my stomach which felt tight. Several people around us shouted in shock. A flight attendant passing by ran over. "Ma'am! Are you alright?" "I'm fine," I said while holding my stomach and stroking it. Laura pulled Damian away, her face pale. "Come on, we have to go. We can't get involved in this." But Damian didn't move. "Come on, Damian!" Laura yanked his arm roughly. "We're getting on the plane now! Let's go!" I saw Damian still staring at me, then Laura pulled him harder, and he finally followed Laura. I watched them run toward the departure gate, Damian occasionally looking back with a cold expression.Louis turned to leave, but I saw Damian clench his fists at his sides. His face went pale, his eyes unable to look away from Louis. I could see the struggle in his eyes between the urge to speak to his son and the awareness that this wasn't the right time."No, Louis. He's not a patient. This is... this is Mr. Kingsley. He's a potential investor for the hospital," I said.Louis turned back, looking at Damian with curiosity."Oh, Mr. Kingsley? I'm Louis. Dr. Alissa's son."He extended his hand warmly, without a hint of suspicion.Damian stared at Louis's outstretched hand, then at Louis's face. I saw his jaw tighten, his clenched hands beginning to tremble. He wanted to say something, I could see it, but he held himself back."Nice to meet you, Louis," Damian finally said, his voice hoarse.He shook Louis's hand with a grip that was probably too long.Louis smiled, unaware of the tension in the room."Hope everything goes well, Mr. Kingsley. Sorry, I didn't know my mom was in a meeting
I felt my name slip from his lips as if it had stopped time. My feet immediately froze in place.I turned around slowly, letting go of Nicholas's hand without meaning to. Damian stood before me, only a few meters away. His eyes were fixed on me, and for a moment, I saw the man I used to love."Can I help you, Mr. Kingsley?" I asked, my voice cold and professional.Damian looked at me, then at Nicholas beside me. His eyes narrowed, studying Nicholas carefully. But then he shifted his gaze back to me, and his expression softened into something calmer."Actually, I'd like to talk to you about business. I heard that the plastic surgery department at this hospital is in need of the latest equipment for reconstructive surgery. I'd like to offer a donation. The latest plastic surgery equipment from Germany. I think it would be very beneficial for your patients," Damian said.I stared at him suspiciously. Damian Kingsley, the man who left me eighteen years ago, now offering medical equipment
Lunch break came, but I was still sitting in my chair, staring blankly at the wall. Louis's photo on my desk seemed to look back at me with his innocent blue eyes, reminding me of the man I'd just left behind in the hallway.I still couldn't move, couldn't think clearly. My mind was still a mess, trapped between a painful past and a present that suddenly felt so fragile.A knock on the door made me jump."Dr. Alissa? Are you in there?"Nicholas's voice. I let out a sigh of relief. Nicholas, my ever-loyal friend, had come at the right time. But when he opened the door and stepped in, concern was written all over his face."You look pale," he said, walking closer. "I waited for you in the cafeteria for twenty minutes. You didn't show up. I started to worry."He sat in the chair across from me, his eyes studying me with full attention."What's wrong? Why do you look like someone who just saw a ghost?" he asked."I'm fine, just a little dizzy.""I've known you for twenty years. Don't lie
I heard my name slip from his lips, and for a moment, the world felt like it stopped spinning. But only for a moment. I've spent eighteen years rebuilding myself from scratch, and I won't let this man—the man who destroyed me tear down everything I've built with just a whisper of my name.I took a deep breath, pressed my fingers against my sides, and put on a perfectly professional smile. The smile I've practiced for years in the operating room, in front of important patients, in front of people who tried to intimidate me. The smile that never shows what's really happening inside my heart."I'm very pleased to meet you and our potential investor. But I must apologize, I can't join today's tour," I said.Mr. Alan frowned. "What's wrong, Doctor? Is there a problem?""There's no problem, sir. It's just that I have a patient already waiting in my practice room. Mr. Hartono's daughter is scheduled for a rhinoplasty surgery today, and I need to do a final examination before the procedure. I
Eighteen years had passed since I left London. Right now I was stepping on my car's gas pedal.I was driving along the main city road, my fingers tapping the steering wheel casually. Outside the window, giant screens on tall buildings were displaying my own face. On every corner of the city, my photo was plastered, wearing a white doctor's coat, my black hair flowing, and my face showing no signs of aging after 18 years. Beneath my photo, written in large letters: Dr. Alissa Mariana - Best Plastic Surgeon 2026. Cosmetic surgery was indeed trending. In the last 3 years, my name had soared. My clients came from all walks of life, celebrities, officials, even international stars came to me just to be handled by me. I had built a reputation as a plastic surgeon with a magical touch, capable of transforming appearances without leaving scars. I took a deep breath and smiled slightly. Louis, my son, had successfully gotten into his favorite university last week. He competed with thousan
I spent the rest of that day in the airport waiting area, sitting on a hard plastic chair while holding my stomach which still ached. Several security officers came to ask if I needed medical help, but I refused.The plane took off at 2 PM. I sat in a window seat, watching the city of London grow smaller from above.The journey was very long, over a dozen hours. I changed planes twice, sat in cold waiting rooms, and tried to sleep on uncomfortable chairs. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damian's face when he shoved me.Finally, after an exhausting journey, I arrived at the airport in my home country. The warm air was so different from London's cold. I stood in the arrival area with my suitcase in one hand and my large belly on the other side, watching people being picked up by their families with happy smiles.I called a taxi and gave my uncle's address. My uncle was my only remaining family after my parents died in an accident three years ago. He was my mother's younger brother, a







