2

Before leaving the hospital, I asked the doctor for the tiny embryo. It hadn't taken shape yet, but it looked like a baby. I put the bottle in my arms and couldn't help crying. "I'm sorry, baby. I've been waiting for you for so long, but I didn't expect that we are not destined to be together."

I took a deep breath. Now that I had decided to leave, I couldn't bear this pain alone. Before I left, I wanted to give Tim Johnson one last gift.

Returning to the home where I have lived for six years, it was deserted. If nothing unexpected happened, Tim Johnson should be spending a good night with his close secretary.

I had no appetite for dinner, and my abdomen was aching from walking all the way, so I lay down next to the bed. I fell asleep in a daze, and I didn't know when.

I was sleeping soundly when I heard thunder outside. The phone that I put on the bedside rang several times. I was annoyed and ignored it. I turned over and continued to sleep, but suddenly there was a sound of pushing the door outside. I was scared awake, thinking that there was a thief in the house.

Just as I was about to stand up, Tim Johnson, soaking wet, appeared in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and asked, "Why are you back?"

When he saw me at home, he breathed a sigh of relief, took off his wet coat, and ran over to hug me, " Rachel Thomas , it's thundering outside. I remembered that you are always afraid of thunder, so I rushed back from the hotel overnight and will accompany you later."

His clothes were soaked, and when they touched my face, they felt cold, making me very uncomfortable. I pushed him away without leaving a trace, "Don't catch a cold, go take a shower first."

Tim Johnson smiled at me, a rare smile, in a gentle voice. There was a sound of water splashing in the bathroom, but I was looking out the window at the lightning and thunder, lost in thought.

In the past three years, I have done countless IVFs, and Tim Johnson started to leave early and come back late, and even stayed out all night. At first, I thought he was just getting busier at work, until I found sexy lace underwear that didn't belong to me in my closet at home, and there were always a few condoms missing at home.

Later, his female secretary Luna became more and more high-profile, showing off her love in the circle of friends every now and then, or making provocations to me. Now I'm tired of it.

The funny thing is that Tim Johnson now thinks of my fear of thunder, but he doesn't know that over countless difficult days, I have learned how to survive lightning and thunder alone.