When I was just pregnant, Noah posted several moments in a row, saying excitedly that he was going to be a father. Later in my pregnancy, I had a poor appetite, so he learned to cook for me and cooked for me himself. However, who could have predicted that this was his long-term plan for that illegitimate child!
Noah went downstairs to the canteen to get food, but he left his spare phone behind.
The password he entered was not my birthday, but it was Airish's birthday. It was successfully unlocked. Pages of chat records made me dizzy.
[Noah, I’m sorry for what happened to Nadine.]
I was eight months pregnant and Noah was traveling back and forth at home. He was abroad on business trips and the days he spent with me were few and far between. I felt sorry for him that I only reported good news during the various hardships of prenatal checkups and pregnancy reactions. I tried my best not to make him worry about me.
Then I knew that the days he went abroad were spent accompanying Airish for her prenatal checkups and childbirth. The endless chat records contained every bit of him and Airish and he never missed every important day of pregnancy.
Noah applied pregnancy oil to her, learned to massage her swollen feet and even used his hands to pick out the dirt that constipation could not get out for her. Turning the page, Noah and Airish quarreled over the child's fate. In the end, Airish agreed to let me raise the child, but she still wanted to pursue her career abroad.
I closed my eyes. I remembered that after Airish and her identities were made public, she smiled with relief and said to me, "Sister, I never want to blame you for taking my parents away. I yearn for a wider world. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for Noah."
With that, she ran abroad and became a light chaser. My parents resented me for her departure and even attended my wedding ceremony in a hurry.
In the meantime, Noah killed my child for Airish, just to pave the way for her child. I really envied her. Everyone loved her, but not me. Since that's the case, I should probably leave.
I put down my phone with a dead heart as I sent a message to my boss. I promised him to get back to the Rivendell and develop his traditional herbs business.
"I'm worried about the hospital's food, so I cooked some for you. C’mon, open up your mouth and see if it suits your taste."