The Truth Behind My Divorce After Six Childfree YearsChapter 1
While waiting in line for a hospital checkup, I ran into Michael Shaw, who was accompanying his wife for a prenatal visit.
After a long silence, he greeted me gently,
"Nicole Young, you've thought it through now. A woman needs a child—someone to rely on."
I gave a faint smile and handed him the pregnancy test results.
He narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening gradually.
"Nicole, you... you didn’t want to be childless?"
I curled my lips into a smile but stayed silent.
He probably didn’t know that during our premarital checkup, I had been diagnosed with congenital infertility. To save his pride, I had insisted it was a health issue and that I wished to remain childless.
He studied me with a complex look, finally asking,
"Is he good to you? You love him very much, don’t you?"
I smiled but didn’t answer.
What could I say to someone who didn’t understand love?
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I took back the pregnancy test results and just as I slipped them into my bag, a familiar figure pushed open the door.
Our eyes met. Fiona froze for a moment, a hint of joy lingering on her face, then naturally linked arms with Michael.
"Nicole, long time no see! You’re here for a checkup, too?" she said, patting her slightly rounded belly.
I stepped back, expressionless, offering a polite hum, and turned to leave.
Fiona’s soft voice followed me.
"Nicole, let me treat you to a meal. Let’s catch up."
I paused, then walked forward.
How could Fiona, once so eager to compete, now invite me so easily?
Indeed, her former sponsored student was now a top lawyer, her husband an internationally renowned attorney, and she owned three nationally acclaimed law firms.
It was true: when Michael chooses to support someone, even an overlooked girl can soar into greatness.
When Michael came after me, I was waiting for a taxi by the door.
He extended his hand,
"Get in the car. I’ll give you a ride."
I stepped back, calm.
"Michael, no need. I don’t want your wife to misunderstand."
His face darkened.
"Nicole, do you have to be so stubborn?"
"If back then you had been more tolerant and generous, you wouldn’t be in this situation today."
"I just wanted a child. Why did you..." He glanced at my tracksuit and mud-stained canvas shoes.
He didn’t finish, but I understood.