When James suggested we go to work together, perhaps feeling guilty about buying the same gift twice.

I didn't refuse since I wasn't feeling up to driving.

James stood in front of his car, his brows deeply furrowed.

At some point, he'd developed a strong aversion to me riding in his car, especially in the passenger seat, and had pressured me into buying my own car.

Probably because I'd acted crazy fighting with him over the right to sit in his passenger seat, until he got fed up.

But now, his car was filled with cat plushies and cute stickers, all for Sophie.

Even the passenger seat had been specially redesigned to make it comfortable for petite Sophie.

Still, seeing me waiting, he finally opened the door and started moving the plushies to the back seat.

Watching him go back and forth, I spoke up with a frown, "Never mind, I'll go to work by myself."

James tossed the last cat plush into the back seat. "Let's go together. Sophie just likes decorating things - she's playful that way. Don't take it personally."

Looking at the pink seat that clashed completely with the car's interior, I declined.

It just felt wrong in my stomach.

I opened my own car door, but James quickly stepped in front of me and slid into the driver's seat. "I'll drive. We agreed to go together."

I watched him for a moment, catching his brief look of discomfort.

So he did realize how inappropriate the passenger seat modifications were.

As James started to explain, I cut him off. "We'll be late, just drive."

He pressed his lips together and started the car.

While waiting at a red light, his phone rang.

It was obviously a custom ringtone.

A pitiful voice came through, with faint sniffling.

"James, my tummy really hurts. I think I got sick from yesterday's food. Can you take me to the hospital? Please come quickly, you're the best."

After hanging up, James didn't even glance at me or say a word.

He just pulled over to the curb and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt.

His tone left no room for argument. "An employee isn't feeling well, I need to check on her. We're almost at the office, you can walk the rest of the way."

Before I could even close the door after getting out, James had already driven off.

Honestly, nobody walks to work anymore these days.

When the light turned green, a delivery guy on his scooter, not expecting anyone at the crosswalk, turned and crashed right into me.

I ended up with scrapes all over my hands, feet, and forehead.

The nurse cleaned my wounds and applied a bandage to my forehead. "Keep it dry for a few days," she advised. "No baths, and make sure to apply the medication as directed."

After leaving the hospital, I grabbed an Uber to work.

The driver had two phones mounted on his dashboard - one for GPS, the other streaming Sophie's live feed.

The chat was flooded with worried messages.

"Aww, thanks for caring everyone~ This little kitty is fine, James came right on time~ No hospital needed!"

"No way~ Haven't told him how I feel yet~ Stop spreading rumors, guys. James is right here watching, and yes, he's absolutely wonderful."

I checked my phone to find two angry texts: "My assistant says you missed the project planning meeting. Where the hell are you? Get to the office NOW."

"It was just a short walk. Why are you being such a drama queen?"

The hypocrisy was unreal.

That evening.

I was curled up on the couch watching Netflix after applying my medicine.

I heard the keypad beeping, followed by James's sarcastic voice.

"And here I thought you'd finally grown up, being so quiet lately. But you were just waiting to pull something like this."

Finding the TV too loud, he marched over and unplugged it.

"Rachel, are you completely clueless? This project meeting took two weeks to prepare. Do you have any idea how much money we lose when projects get delayed?"

I looked up to meet his disgusted expression and watched his face freeze.

His eyes locked onto the bandage on my forehead, then noticed my scraped hands and feet. "What happened to you?"

I looked away, keeping my voice casual. "Nothing much, just got hit by a scooter on my way to work."

James's expression flickered, and he stepped forward hesitantly to check my injuries.

"Why didn't you call me?"

I pulled away from his touch, letting out a bitter laugh. "It's just a minor injury. I know your streamers are more important."

What was the point of calling him anyway?

He'd just launch into accusations without even asking what happened. When had he ever actually cared about why I called?

If he wouldn't come when I needed him before, why would he now?

James tensed at my words, standing up with a cold laugh.

"Rachel, is the attitude really necessary? Fine, leaving you on the street was wrong, but are you five? Who gets hit crossing the street?"

I just stared at him silently.

See? Even a simple statement gets twisted into me being childish and dramatic.

I ignored him and stood to go to the bedroom.

Noticing my limp, James's expression softened. He sighed and came over to help.

"I'll sleep in our room tonight, so I can keep an eye on you."

James hadn't gone to bed before midnight in ages.

Because Sophie complained about getting hate comments on her streams and worried about getting depressed, she insisted he keep her company while streaming.

So every night, James would sit in his home office, working while watching her stream.

Occasionally joining in with sweet little interactions with the streamer.

I'd fought with him about it, crying and arguing, but couldn't change his mind.

James insisted it was just work, and eventually threatened divorce until I gave in.

I didn't reject his offer tonight, but when he tried to put his arm around me, I said quietly, "James, I want a divorce."

Asking for a divorce hit harder than I expected.

James stormed out that night and didn't come home for a week.

This was his typical response when I made him angry, proving how little he cared about what I'd said.

In the past, his emotional abuse would have kept me up all night, desperately calling him over and over to apologize, begging for forgiveness.

But now I was busy job hunting, with no time to worry about him. After all, I couldn't keep working at his company after the divorce.

One day after work, James called.

Him reaching out first was his way of offering an olive branch. Refusing would make me the difficult one.

"The department hit its targets for the first half. There's a cocktail party tonight. I'll pick you up."

I waited outside the office for nearly twenty minutes before James finally showed up with Sophie.

"Hey Rach, I get car sick, so James said I could sit in front," Sophie chirped sweetly. "You don't mind, right?"

James gripped the steering wheel tightly, watching me nervously as if afraid I'd snap and attack Sophie.

But I just quietly opened the back door. That seat wasn't meant for me anyway.

During the drive, I stared out the window while Sophie kept trying to flirt with James.

Unusually, he remained cold toward her, barely responding, frequently glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

At the hotel, James's close friend Steven came out to greet us with forced politeness.

"Rachel, hey! Sorry, my brain's been scrambled with work. Should have texted you about this."

Steven was James's best friend and knew all about his affairs.

Whenever James wanted to bring Sophie along, he wouldn't invite me, since I always "ruined" things for James.

"It's fine, I won't stay long."

Steven looked surprised but held his tongue.

During the party, after making his rounds, James sat beside me with a piece of cake.

"Eat something. You skipped lunch, you must be hungry."

Before I could refuse, Sophie appeared with her phone. She was livestreaming.

"Found you, James! Kitty's been looking everywhere!"

"Oh, you mean Rachel? James brought her cake because she hasn't eaten dinner."

"James and I aren't dating, everyone!"

I quickly turned away to avoid the camera and stood up to leave.

I was standing on the balcony getting some air when James followed me out, his voice uncertain.

"I didn't know Sophie would be streaming. Everything they say in the chat isn't true. I'm just playing along for her stream. I've asked her to stop."

I nodded indifferently and went back to the party.

The host was on stage talking about the company's future.

Sophie approached me with a champagne flute, tapping it against my drink with a sweet smile.

"Hey Rach, my followers all say James and I are perfect together. Who do you think he likes more, you or me?"

I turned away. "You should ask him that, but I think he prefers you."

Sophie leaned in closer, eyes narrowing as she giggled. "Really? I think so too."

Something felt wrong. I tried to step back, but Sophie had already thrown herself to the floor.

Before I could react, someone shoved my shoulder hard. My lower back slammed into the table edge, drinks spilling everywhere.

Sudden, intense pain shot through my abdomen, making me dizzy.

I clutched my stomach, steadying myself against the table as I felt something warm running down my legs.

James rushed to help Sophie up, yelling at me in front of everyone. "Rachel, when will you stop being crazy? You..."

Then he saw the blood. His eyes widened in realization, his voice shaking. "You're... you're pregnant?"

James frantically pulled out his phone to call an ambulance.

Sophie grabbed his hand, then reached into her purse and offered me a pad, acting concerned.

"Did you leak through, Rach? Here, take this."

James stopped dialing and stared at me for a moment before throwing Sophie's pad at me, mortified.

"Go clean yourself up. Stop embarrassing everyone."

Then he left, holding Sophie's hand.

With Sophie around, we couldn't even maintain a facade of harmony.

I forced myself outside and called my best friend, fighting through the pain.

"Nina, can you take me to the hospital?"

I closed my eyes, my voice cracking. "I think I'm having a miscarriage."

As I finished speaking, intense dizziness hit me. I heard hurried footsteps and an anxious voice nearby as my vision went black and I collapsed into warm arms.