I would never forget the disappointment in John’s eyes. No matter how much I tried to explain that I had been framed, he refused to believe me.
To avoid gossip, Chris was sent abroad by John’s mother. After that incident, every time John looked at me, his disgust was impossible to hide. I knew he thought I was damaged goods.
However, I was powerless to defend myself. I silently endured it. As long as I could stay by his side, I did not care if he did not love me or treated me as a replacement. I was willing to accept it.
Three months ago, I unexpectedly found out I was pregnant. I wanted to tell him, but lately, his face was cold whenever he saw me. He did not even want to speak to me.
I kept comforting myself, thinking maybe he was just busy with work or in a bad mood. I decided to wait for the right time to tell him.
If it were not for the fact that I ran into him at the hospital that day, holding Tammy’s hand while she was getting her finger bandaged after accidentally hurting it while cooking, I might never have realized that the reason for his coldness was because his first love had returned.
I stood at the entrance of the busy clinic, watching in a daze as he gently cradled Tammy’s hand, filled with concern. At that moment, I realized John could show tenderness and care for someone. It was not that he was incapable of it—he just never cared enough about me.
I was heartbroken as I returned home. I did not even have the appetite for dinner.
He did not come back until late at night, reeking of alcohol. When he finally walked through the door, he did not ask why I had gone to the hospital or if I was feeling unwell. He just threw his coat on the floor in front of me, his face stony, and walked straight to the bathroom.
Holding his coat in my hands, I saw faint lipstick traces on it. For the first time, I lost control in front of him.
