I had always been worried about not being able to give birth to a healthy child for him. After inquiring from multiple sources, I decided to go with the difficult in vitro fertilization option.
My stomach was riddled with needle pricks, and I was given handfuls of hormone pills.
All the sufferings I had endured ended up being for Tatiana's benefit.
Just because she said she was afraid of pain, I would lose the qualification to be a mother forever and become a reproductive machine.
"What's wrong? Your face looks so ugly? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll get a doctor over right away."
"I'm fine, I just have some morning sickness."
The man's eyes were red with distress, and he stroked my face gently. "You've worked so hard. I only regret that I can't help you bear it. We got married in a hurry, and I ordered your favorite wedding dress to be air-shipped. I'll take you to try it tomorrow before your belly gets bigger."
I stared at him. His eyes were full of affection. He treated me like a fool and deceived me again and again.
If he knew that I had no intention of giving birth to this child, my fate would be the same as that of the servant just now.
I pulled the corner of my mouth and said, "I'm going back to my room to rest, you guys have a chit-chat."
As soon as I got back to the room, I could not help but rush to the bathroom and vomited until my stomach twisted into a ball.
Tears streamed down my face. The physical pain was not even one-tenth of the pain I felt in my heart.
After a long while, I got up and came out, just in time to see Timothee's mobile phone that he had forgotten on the coffee table.
I picked it up for some unknown reason and unlocked it after trying it only once using Tatiana's birthday.
The screen saver of the mobile phone was a photo of Tatiana leaning on his shoulder, smiling like a blooming flower.
I flipped through the photo album one by one.
There were more than five thousand photos, and every one of them had Tatiana's figure.
He used four folders to save and record Tatiana in different periods. Each folder had a note with only one word, which together read "Only Love in this Life".
In their chat records, Timothee once risked his life to steal the crown of Queen of Arendale overnight.