I Chose My Research, and He Chose Regret

I was in the kitchen making dinner for Simon Heath when his 32nd mistress walked through the door.The young woman standing before me couldn't have been more than 20. She was young and beautiful and had a cheerful smile.She gave me a dismissive glance and said smugly, "Mrs. Heath, my name is Sophie Martinez. I'm Simon's girlfriend."Her eyes landed on my apron, and she sneered."The Heath family can't even afford a maid? I guess that's how it looks when someone stops caring," she teased. "He says the kitchen's too greasy and smoky, so he'd never let me set foot in there."Hearing that, I found myself staring at Sophie's pale, dainty fingers. Her words made me zone out for a second.Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my finger. When I came back to my senses, blood was already dripping down my hand.Sophie laughed even harder when she saw the vacant despair in my eyes.She purred, "Let's be honest, Mrs. Heath. The one he doesn't love is always the third party. Simon loves me, and

Simon and I grew up together.My parents were both in the military. When I was young, I was kidnapped by terrorists who used me to threaten my parents. They tried to force my parents to betray the country and give in to their demands.I was locked in a small, dark room while the terrorists and my parents faced off outside. I remembered pressing my ear hard against the cold metal door, desperate to hear my parents' voices on the other side.All I heard were gunshots, followed by silence. No matter how hard I screamed for them, no one answered. I was terrified, and I didn't know how long I was trapped in that room before the door finally creaked open.Simon's frightened, anxious face appeared in front of me, followed by a crowd of police officers. I frantically scanned their faces, hoping to spot my parents. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find them.That was the day I learned my parents had sacrificed their lives while taking the terrorists down with them. They did it t

When I heard the doctor's words, I stared at him blankly, then slowly placed a hand on my flat belly. I couldn't believe that a tiny life was growing inside me.News of my pregnancy soon reached Charles. When he arrived at the hospital, I was still in a daze. This unexpected, tiny life had completely disrupted my plans.He looked at me and voiced his concern. "The road to the Norwood Research Institute is rough and bumpy. And I'm not sure the conditions at the research facility are safe for a pregnant woman. I'm worried your body won't be able to handle it."He let out a long sigh and said, "This baby..."I knew what Charles was worried about. Even if I could fly to Norwood, I'd still have to take a long bus ride through winding roads just to reach the research facility. Any sudden physical jolting or rough movement could be dangerous in my early pregnancy.He was afraid the rough climate out there would be too much for me, and that something might happen to my baby. At the same

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. Sitting beside me was a soldier with a stern face and a piercing gaze. When he saw I was awake, a flash of relief crossed his features. He quickly poured me a glass of water. "Ms. Taylor, how are you feeling?" he asked.I touched my lower abdomen and asked urgently, "My baby?"Seeing the anxious look on my face, he quickly reassured me. "The baby is fine. It was just some stress-related cramping, but bed rest should take care of it."Only then did I let out a sigh of relief. The warm water also helped calm my nerves. Later, he filled me in on what had happened after I blacked out.The soldier's name was Ryan Cross, who had been sent by the government to protect me. When he saw the Heaths hurrying out with Sophie in a panic, he knew something was wrong. After waiting five minutes without seeing me come out of the house, he stormed inside and found me unconscious on the floor.Suddenly, I thought of my pare