In my haste to get home to celebrate my anniversary, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle.
I sent a message to Jason Wilson, hoping that he would come to the company to pick me up after get off work, with the flowers in my hand tightly grasped.
However, what she got was his cold reply: "There's a drinking party tonight, just help yourself and eat something."
As if he was afraid that I would misunderstand him, he added, "There are no messy people here. We are all friends who grew up together."
My heart was instantly broken. I angrily threw the flowers into the trash can and took a taxi to the hospital alone.
When the doctor asked the family, I subconsciously answered, "He's in a meeting."
As soon as I said this, even I felt it was ridiculous.
So I changed my words and said, “I’m sorry, I’m a widower.” The abortion went smoothly. The physical pain was not obvious, but the emptiness in my heart was hard to fill, as if I had lost something vital.
On the taxi on the way back, I caught a glimpse of the familiar car heading towards the hospital.
My first instinct was to message Jason Wilson and ask him what was going on.
But I unexpectedly saw his good brother's circle of friends: "Life is so relaxing without the tigress checking up on me. Jason Wilson really cares about Tiffany."
The picture shows Jason Wilson looking at his little childhood sweetheart lying on the hospital bed with gentle eyes.
They are close friends who have grown up together, four boys and one girl.
In this small group, he and Tiffany are known as the golden couple. If Tiffany had not been deceived into marrying a foreigner, I might not have been able to marry Jason Wilson .
After Tiffany divorced, she returned to China with her son. I became the "evil female partner" who broke up this perfect couple.
They never blamed Tiffany for abandoning Jason Wilson. Instead, they resented me for interfering in their relationship.
Their small group lived a dissolute life, often drinking until late at night. I was worried about Jason Wilson's stomach and often called him to urge him to go home.
As time went by, they became more and more disgusted with me, thinking that my visits to their parents were a bummer, and privately gave me the nickname "Tigress".
When they visited my home, they even treated me like a nanny.
Now, Jason Wilson has chosen to give up on me for them again.
It 's good this way, at least I won't be soft-hearted anymore.
I liked that post, and it was quickly deleted, as if it had never existed.
At about 3:00 in the morning, Jason Wilson came back drunk. After staying in the restaurant for a while, he quietly opened the bedroom door.
Seeing that I was not asleep, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he still gently covered me with the quilt.
"Didn't you make sobering soup for me today?" he asked softly.
I responded softly.
Although the smell of alcohol was strong, it couldn't cover up the scent of perfume on his body, which made me feel nauseous.
He sighed, and finally stopped talking, saying, "You are pregnant, take a good rest."
