Abandoned and Broken, I Found Love Once Again

Blake’s spoiled little girlfriend had suffered a miscarriage.

At the company’s annual party, he lost control in public for the first time.

"Delilah, I told you before, the child is innocent. Neither he nor his mother could ever threaten your position. Why can’t you tolerate it?"

"Now that Alison’s child is gone, the one in your belly can’t survive either!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he tied me down himself to perform an abortion surgery.

As I hemorrhaged and had one of my fallopian tubes removed, he attended an auction, spending a fortune on collectibles for his little girlfriend to make up for it.

When I saw the news showing his affectionate gaze toward her, I knew this marriage had truly ended.

I called a number overseas.

"Do your words about marrying me still count?"

The man paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"Of course!"

——

After being discharged and returning to the Jennings residence, I stood frozen when I saw a pair of flashy high heels by the door.

Before I could think further, Blake Jennings’s lazy voice came from the sofa.

"You're back just in time. Alison isn’t used to having outsiders around. I gave the maids a few days off. Go make her some chicken soup to help her recover."

He slouched deeply on the sofa, a delicate, fair face resting against him, the owner of the high heels.

"Blake, Delilah just got discharged and is still weak. Let me do it instead..."

Alison’s voice was soft, yet it easily stirred Blake’s anger.

"Don't be fooled by her. She’s best at pretending. A minor abortion surgery and she dragged her hospital stay for over half a month just to fish for sympathy."

"Delilah, don’t think I’ll feel guilty. This child, you owed it to Alison!"

The corners of my mouth lifted into a bitter smile.

A month earlier, Alison had been diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy and underwent a clearance surgery.

But Blake, believing groundless rumors, was convinced I had bribed the doctors and plotted to kill Alison’s baby.

No matter how I tried to explain, he refused to listen.

At the company’s annual party, Alison recorded me allegedly conspiring with the doctor, solidifying my "crime" in front of everyone.

To comfort Alison, Blake, ignoring my three-month pregnancy, tied me down and personally operated to remove my child as a burial offering for hers.

He didn’t even wait for my surgery to finish; instead, he took Alison on vacation abroad.

At an auction, he threw money around carelessly, buying her several sky-high priced luxury collectibles, including a medieval opulent coronet.

Meanwhile, I, due to massive bleeding during surgery, lost a fallopian tube and was left lying in a hospital bed, completely unattended.

Now, he shamelessly claimed that I owed Alison.

How ridiculous.

As I calmly walked toward the kitchen, Blake raised his eyebrows and arrogantly issued more instructions.

"Don’t forget, Alison doesn’t eat cilantro."

"And make a fish too. Debone it completely and keep the flavor light..."

His thoughtfulness made Alison blush shyly, her slender fingers mischievously slipping into his collar.

For a while, soft moans filled the air and the atmosphere grew increasingly intimate.

I numbly closed the kitchen door, shutting out the sounds from outside.

Suddenly, I remembered: in five years of marriage, he couldn’t even name a single dish I liked, yet he knew Alison’s preferences by heart.

A mist blurred my vision, but I forcibly wiped it away.

After finishing the last dish, I turned upstairs to pack my things, only to be stopped by Blake.

"I forgot to tell you, I had your belongings moved to the guest room. The little girl has been pampered since she was young; she’s not used to sleeping in the north-facing room..."

A wave of unease washed over me. Without hesitation, I rushed to the guest room.