My Love Died For The Wrong Person

The rain drenched my body.

Unlike my pathetic appearance, the atmosphere in the room was domestic and happy.

Garcia York, a nurse, was lying in bed. Meanwhile, Jonathan Pullman, my fiance, stayed beside her and told her to rest as he peeled an apple for her.

The apple skin never broke.

It showed that he was skilled at peeling apples.

I recalled the five years we spent together.

I loved eating apples, but I never managed to pick up the skill of peeling them. I even ended up injuring my hands a few times.

I used to ask Jonathan for help, but he would always scowl.

“Since it’s so bothersome, don’t eat it. The only knives I’ll hold are scalpels, not fruit knives.”

I stopped eating apples after that.

Yet, Jonathan picked up a fruit knife and peeled an apple for Garcia with his precious hands.

“I’m sorry. I prevented you from getting married to Elena again, Jonathan,” Garcia apologized with teary eyes, like a sad bunny.

Jonathan froze for a moment before he sternly said, “My marriage to Elena isn’t as important as your health. Don’t say such things again.”

I put my hand against the wall for support because I almost fell to my knees.

Jonathan had stood me up fifteen times when we were supposed to get married. But I never blamed him once for it.

However, during this sixteenth time, his words stabbed my heart like a knife.

It hurt so much that I trembled.

Before I could rush in to argue with them, they said something that struck my soul.

“If you hadn’t celebrated my birthday with me, you wouldn’t have drunk so much wine… I never expected Elena to do something so despicable.”

“It’s my fault. If I hadn’t drunk so much because I was too happy, she wouldn’t have had the chance to get pregnant and force me to marry her.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

That day, four months ago, I celebrated my birthday.

Jonathan had promised to celebrate my birthday with me. But he later said that he had a gathering with his colleagues and came home late while drunk.

As I helped him out of his clothes, he dragged me to bed.

He was incredibly happy that day, and he held me tightly as he wished me a happy birthday.

In the past, whenever we made love, he would make sure to use protection. But that day, he did not.

I thought that he was just delighted to celebrate my birthday for the fifth time, but I was piggybacking off of Garcia’s birthday.

Besides, he was saying that I was using my baby as a tool to force him into marrying me?

Somehow, I ended up becoming a despicable person in their minds.

My clothes stuck to my body. They were cold and wet, but they could not compare to the disappointment in my heart.

Five years ago, I had cut ties with my parents and traveled to this city with Jonathan. I needed to stay at home to do the chores, and this meant that I had to give up on my dreams of becoming an artist. Even so, I was willing to do it because I loved him.

I wanted to become his wife and live the rest of my life with him.

However, at this moment, all of my hopes turned into a joke.

Hatred began to fester within me.

I stumbled as I left, but I soon heard footsteps behind me.

Then came Jonathan’s surprised voice. “Why are you here?”