Lahat ng Kabanata ng Using Up My Love: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

I lost the baby.My tears had already run dry when the doctor broke the news to me. My body was already worn out from the last few years I spent working and grinding alongside Vincent. It was only by consuming countless medications that we conceived this child.But now, it seemed that the child had no intention of coming to this world.Vincent approached my bedside, his face devoid of the grief that came with losing a child. It was as if the child had nothing to do with him. He patted my hand lightly and said indifferently, "Don't be too sad about this. I'm sure we'll have another child in the future."I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his cold and hardened expression.At that moment, Queenie appeared. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she blamed herself. "It's all my fault. Maeve would still be fine if it weren't for my cat…"Vincent immediately turned to comfort her gently, "Don't say this. You had nothing to do with this, and the cat's innocent, too. Don't be too hard on your

Vincent stopped short as if he had something lodged in his throat. Without waiting for him to respond, I ended the call.He called me repeatedly after that with a sort of maniacal frenzy, but I refused to pick up.Beside him, Queenie offered him words of solace and tried to hug him as usual. However, he was put off by the intimacy—reproachful about it, even. He lightly shoved Queenie aside, his gaze distant."What's wrong, Vincent?" Queenie asked with a trace of resentment, her eyes turning slightly red with tears that might fall anytime.However, Vincent did not answer her and only shot to his feet. He grabbed his jacket and hurried home. Indescribable panic seized him as if he were losing something important, and there was nothing he could do to keep it from slipping through his fingers.Upon returning home and pushing the door open, Vincent froze. The room was empty, and a quiet loneliness hung in the air. All my things had been packed and moved out of the room, leaving no trac

A soft knock came from the office door at that moment, followed by the receptionist's voice, saying, "Mr. Harper, Ms. Lawson is here."Before Vincent could respond, Queenie opened the door and entered the office with an ornate lunchbox in hand. She crossed over to Vincent's work desk as if already familiar with the office. Setting the lunchbox on his desk, she said gently, "I got you lunch, Vincent. It's the house specialty from your favorite restaurant."Vincent looked up, his gaze inscrutable as it fell on her face. He suddenly remembered how Queenie had always behaved like this, dangling her close relationship with him before me as if to taunt me.At first, I'd get angry and pick a fight with Vincent, demanding to know why he treated me that way. But eventually, I stopped kicking up a fuss after he repeatedly sided with Queenie and defended her. Instead, I stayed quietly on the sidelines and watched them flirt with each other.Vincent's heart plummeted as if struck by a heavy we

Dad's company was throwing a grand get-together, and many big names of the business world, as well as the company's collaborating partners, were invited. As his daughter, I naturally took my place in the center of the crowd.That day, I stepped out in an elegant cocktail dress with carefully applied makeup, the picture of a poised and confident young woman. Everyone around me raised their glasses at me, praising me for my talent and poise.I smiled as I thanked them all, though I was calm on the inside. That was when I spotted Vincent in the corner of the crowd.Vincent wore a seemingly dated suit. He was forcing a smile while chatting with a few others from the business circle. There was a trace of exhaustion and unease on his face, and his gaze occasionally darted to the center of the crowd as if searching for something.I heard that his company had gone downhill since I left. The business, which had been progressing well until that point, took a hit after the company lost my sup