The day I found out I was pregnant, the doctors and nurses celebrated with me, saying my sincerity must have touched the heaven. But now, all of that felt like a joke.
Dr. Grant sighed and asked the nurse to prepare for the procedure. While signing the consent form, he instinctively glanced behind me, "Where's your husband? Doesn't he need to sign this too?"
I gave a bitter smile, "He doesn't need to. I'll sign it myself."
Dr. Grant raised his head in astonishment, his eyes filled with sympathy.
When I got off the operating table, my usually quiet phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Troy: [Got a work dinner tonight, I won't be back.]
The message was sent two hours ago. I didn't reply. Just as I was about to close my phone, another two notifications popped up.
They were from Louise. She had sent a seductive photo of herself in lace lingerie, which she quickly deleted.
Then, she called me, her voice dripping with fake sweetness and a hint of tears, "Felicia, I accidentally sent the photo meant for my boyfriend to you. You don't mind, right? It's all my fault for working 22 hours straight today. I was so exhausted, I sent it to the wrong person ..."
I sneered, "Working 22 hours? Does that include sleeping with him? You're so professional, even taking your work to the bed. At the company's annual awards, we should definitely give you a certificate for Outstanding Employee." Without waiting for her response, I ended the call and blocked her.
Before leaving the hospital, I took the initiative to ask the doctor for the tiny embryo. It wasn't fully formed, but you could faintly see the shape of a small baby.
Holding the glass bottle close to my chest, I couldn't help but tear up. I'm sorry, baby. I had longed for you for so long, but it seems we're not destined to be together.
Taking a deep breath, I resolved that since I was leaving, I wouldn't bear this pain alone. Before leaving, I had one last gift to give Troy.
Returning to the home I had lived in for six years, it was cold and empty. As expected, Troy was likely spending the night with his devoted secretary.
I had no appetite for dinner and my stomach was faintly aching as I lay down by the bedside. I must've dozed off without realizing it.