On the Rooftop, My Husband Kisses His First Love1
Harry Hastings, the boy I raised with care, turned out to be the child of my husband, Patrick Hastings, and his ex-girlfriend, Rachel Parker. I became a laughingstock.
When I was seven months pregnant, Patrick drove me to the prenatal check-up. However, after receiving a phone call, he lost focus and crashed into the green belt, resulting in a miscarriage and permanent damage to my uterus that left me unable to conceive for the rest of my life.
He was so remorseful that he cried at my bedside and begged for my forgiveness.
From then on, he loved me even more and fulfilled my every request.
Out of love for him, I accepted reality after a brief reproach. To give me a sense of security, he took the initiative to undergo a vasectomy.
He also brought me to an orphanage to adopt a boy who was just two years old.
Four years later, Patrick hired a piano teacher for Harry.
Suddenly, the truth about my car accident dawned on me...
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Harry felt unwell in kindergarten, so I took him to see a doctor early in the afternoon.
Downstairs at our home, I ran into Patrick and Rachel, Harry's piano teacher, walking side by side in front.
With her arms crossed, she appeared humble and glanced frequently at him.
Harry did have piano lessons today, but she came a little too early.
He happily gathered his strength and shouted, "Daddy, Ms. Parker."
Perhaps they were too far away to hear his call.
When Harry and I reached the elevator entrance, I noticed that the elevator had stopped on the rooftop of the eighteenth floor.
But we lived on the sixth floor.
Frowning slightly, I pressed the button for the eighteenth floor somehow.
The elevator doors opened, and Patrick's voice, laden with resentment and anger, echoed from the rooftop.
"Rachel, what on earth do I owe you that you're torturing me like this? You can see that I love my wife and have a happy family. Shouldn't you keep your promise and get out of my life?"
Rachel bit her thin lip lightly, lifted a strand of hair, and tucked it behind her ear, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.
"Patrick, after all these years, I found that I still love you. Patrick, I love you and Ha..."
"Shut up!"
Patrick clutched her neck fiercely, betraying his hidden pain.
"Do you think I will still believe your lies? You abandoned me so decisively back then..."