Valentine's Betrayal

"The emergency call was made by a kind passerby," someone murmured."Seriously? Must've been one hell of a ride if they passed out from sheer intensity," another voice chuckled."Did you see the marks on that woman? It seemed like they went really hard at it," someone else added, the tone dripping with mockery."But doing it in a car on the street? Have they no shame?"The surrounding chatter pricked my ears like sharp needles, every word slicing through my chest. My legs trembled as I tried to stand upright, but my back felt as if a thousand-pound weight pressed down on it. My whole body shivered uncontrollably.Ian…How could he? Out there, with another woman?And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital?The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support.Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child?Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days?Valentine's Day.Suddenly, a s

He didn't need to bring it up. The moment he did, tears started streaming down my face, unstoppable. Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side under the force of the blow.A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You've outdone yourself. Cheating on me and not even springing for a motel. A whole month, holed up in your car like a rat."Ian's face shifted, turning shades of blue and purple, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You don't have to be so harsh with your words," he said, his voice tight.I sneered. "No matter how harsh my words, they'll never be filthier than your actions." My eyes bore into him with pure disgust. "There's nothing left to say. Let's just get a divorce."His expression shifted immediately, panic flickering in his eyes. I didn't give him a chance to recover."You've always complained about my family's money insulting your so-called dignity, haven't you? Well, you won't have to worr

The pain of the procedure was excruciating—unbearably so. Especially during the final stage, when the remains hadn't been completely cleared, and they had to perform a dilation and curettage. My entire body was drenched in cold sweat, my hands clenching so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, leaving deep, bleeding crescents.I lost track of time. Somewhere in the haze, I heard the doctor finally say it was over.Struggling to open my eyes, I searched for a glimpse of my child. "I want to see…" My voice, weak and trembling, reached out to the nurse. I tugged at her sleeve, my words spilling out in desperation, "Please… let me see my baby…"Just once. Even if it was only for a moment. Let me see him one last time.The nurse sighed softly, hesitated, and then lowered her head. She gave me a glimpse of the tiny, fully-formed child.One look. That was all it took. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, the ache in my chest twisting and wrenching until it was unbearable. M

Ian's mother had carelessly uploaded a video, which unexpectedly went viral. Meanwhile, I invested in a professional operations team, meticulously planning every detail of my own video. It didn't take long for my video to dominate the trending charts that day.Public opinion on the internet shifted almost instantly. The crowd that had previously been hounding my father's company dispersed like a receding tide, now redirecting their fury toward Ian's mother. Some even turned up at her home, demanding answers.I closed my phone with a quiet indifference, ignoring the flood of apologies that filled my notifications. Across the table, Ian's face was ashen as he stared at me. "Do you have to drive me into a corner?" he asked.I didn't answer. Instead, I slid the divorce agreement across the table toward him.This time, there wasn't the slightest hesitation. He signed his name with a calm resolve, then looked up at me. "Now can you take the video down?"Raising an eyebrow, I stood.