BOOK4–Chapter 1-2
I was struck by a car and left bleeding profusely. Asher, the man who once knelt before my parents, vowing to protect me forever–didn’t even glance my way He was too busy fastening the seatbelt for his childhood sweetheart, his eyes full of affection
“Little dummy, if you bump your head again, don’t come crying to me he said with a playful smile.
A passerby called an ambulance for me, and that was the only reason my bleeding finally stopped.X
A week later, that same childhood friend, Camilla, strutted up to me, holding a bold, seductive nightgown. She dangled it in front of me with a smug grin.
“Avery, I told him this nightgown would look best on you, but Asher insisted on giving it to me. Do you want it?“!!
I looked at her calmly and spat “No, I don’t“:
In fact, I no longer wanted anything from Asher–my husband of six years.
That night, as I felt the emptiness of my abdomen, I packed my bags and went to the beach for a half–month vacation. During those days, Asher’s calls came in like a storm
“Where did you go? Weren’t we supposed to go to the prenatal appointment yesterday?“)
His frustrated voice echoed through the phone.
I took another bite of ice cream, saying nothing. The sound must have registered because he sighed, his tone changing.X “Avery, are you eating ice cream again? The doctor said no cold food while you’re pregnant.
I gave a bitter laugh and took another big bite. “There’s no baby anymore“]
Two weeks ago, when that accident happened, I clutched my abdomen, pleading with Asher to take me to the hospital. But he didn’t even look at me. He was seated a short distance away in his car, eyes only for Camilla, his beloved childhood friend. He gently buckled her in, his expression filled with tendemess and flirtation
Meanwhile, I lay in a pool of blood, feeling the life inside me slowly slipping away.
I spent seven days in the hospital after that, while Camilla filled her social media with updates the entire time.X
[Today, my childhood sweetheart took me skiing! I can’t ski, so he taught me so patiently–who else would understand?]
[Today, my childhood sweetheart and I climbed a mountain. The kiss at the summit–who else knows what it feels like?]
