I was offered a promotion to headquarters because of my outstanding work a week ago. Still, I turned it down because I was pregnant and didn't want to be separated from Julian. Now, none of that mattered anymore.
"Scarlett, weren't you pregnant? Don't worry about work right now. Rest well and take care of yourself. There will be other chances in the future."
Hearing Lily's gentle voice, I breathed deeply to calm myself. "Ms. Lily, I lost the baby. I'd like to return to work as soon as possible."
There was a brief silence on the other end before she spoke. "I'll add your name back to the list. Losing a child isn't a small thing. Rest for a week and then report to headquarters."
I agreed softly, my voice trembling a little. "Thank you, Ms. Lily."
During my week in the hospital, Julian never came to visit.
Maybe he didn't even realize I was still pregnant. I wasn’t surprised; that was just how he was. I used to make excuses for him all the time, but not anymore.
After a week of rest, my body had recovered enough for me to be discharged. During this time, I scrolled through Anne’s social media. Every single post was about Julian.
In the photos, Anne looked like a little princess surrounded by admirers. She was always at the center, filling her table with nutritious meals and countless gifts. Meanwhile, I was alone in the hospital with nothing.
Even the pearl necklace Julian promised to buy me now shone around Anne's neck.
It was odd seeing these things again and feeling absolutely nothing.
When I got home, it was just as I'd left it. Julian had been at the hospital with Anne. He hadn't come home and probably didn't even know I had been hospitalized.
I quickly packed my things, tossing the photo from my nightstand and burning the love letters he'd written me. I took off my wedding ring and left it on the coffee table.
When I was done, I looked around the empty house. It felt like it did when we first moved in—cold and lifeless.
I lowered my gaze to the divorce papers, picked up a pen and signed my name on the back. He showed up alone before I could call Julian to come home and sign the papers. When he walked in, I was talking to a coworker about work.
My coworker asked me about my flight and I replied, "It' tomorrow afternoon."
I hung up as soon as I saw him walk through the door.
He frowned. "What's happening tomorrow afternoon? A prenatal checkup?"