After being in love with Henry Walker for five years, he promised to marry me if I gave birth to his child.

When I was about to give birth, Henry held my face seriously.

He said he was a time traveler and now he had to return, so he could no longer be with me.

The pain overwhelmed me and I cried, begging him to stay, but he still left.

After a day and a night of agony, I finally gave birth to a stillborn child and barely survived.

Before I could recover from the grief of losing my baby, Henry burst in, panic written all over his face.

"Daisy needs blood. Come with me now!"

Ignoring my struggles, Henry dragged me away. I was already weak after giving birth.

On the way, the pain became unbearable and I passed out.

When I woke up, Henry was feeding Daisy millet porridge mouth to mouth.

In that moment, my heart sank to rock bottom.

‘Henry, I don’t want to marry you anymore.’

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I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious, but I was unbearably thirsty.

Just as I was about to reach for a cup, before the smile on my lips could fade, a shadow loomed over me.

It was Henry. His handsome brows furrowed tightly as he said, "Who told you to touch this? If it’s dirty, how will Daisy drink it?"

Henry glanced at the cup with disgust and threw it into the trash without hesitation.

Instinctively, I lunged forward, trying to catch it, but my strength failed me and I collapsed to the floor.

Henry ignored me completely, turning to sit by Daisy and calling someone to bring a new cup.

Even though I knew Henry wouldn’t respond, my weakened body compelled me to speak. “Henry, could you pour me a glass of water?”

Henry didn’t reply. Unwilling to give up, I called out a few more times. Finally, Daisy tugged on his sleeve and only then did he spare me a glance.

"Miss, although I appreciate you donating blood for Daisy, it doesn’t mean I have to take care of you. And don’t call me like that in front of my fiancée. I don’t even know you!"

I was stunned. He didn’t know me? If he didn’t know me, how did he know which ward I was in? How did he know my blood type?

Thinking about Henry’s ridiculous excuse before I gave birth, I couldn’t help but find it laughable. But at the same time, a sharp, piercing pain spread through my heart.

Henry and I had been in love for many years, but every time I brought up about marriage, he would avoid the topic.

A year ago, he suddenly agreed to marry me. The condition was that I gave him a child and I agreed without hesitation. But now, the fiancée he spoke of was someone else and I’d become nothing more than a joke.

I forced myself to stand and tried to leave, but Henry grabbed me and pushed me back onto the bed.

“Daisy still needs your blood. You’re not going anywhere,” he said coldly. “If you’re thirsty, here.”

Henry picked up the discarded cup from the trash can and handed it to me.

At close range, I noticed the stains on the cup and turned my head away.

"Didn’t you say you wanted water? Why are you acting so picky?" Henry forcefully turned my face back and pried my mouth open, pouring the water in.

The dryness in my throat eased instantly and before I could stop myself, I swallowed several gulps, giving in to the relief.

“Henry, it seems she’s really thirsty. Why don’t you give her my water instead?” Daisy coughed weakly a few times, attempting to sit up as she offered her cup of water.

Henry immediately let go of me and turned to support Daisy. The water he had spilled soaked my clothes and the bed, leaving me feeling utterly uncomfortable.

“Daisy, don’t move around. She’s perfectly fine; you’re just too kind,” Henry said gently as he tucked Daisy’s blanket snugly around her and adjusted her pillow to make her more comfortable.

That tender, wholehearted care was something I once had, too.

Noticing my unguarded stare, Henry stepped in front of Daisy, blocking her from my view and then grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the room.

"I’m warning you, don’t even think about doing anything harmful. Daisy has been frail since she was a child. If anything happens to her, I won’t let you off," Henry said, his entire body tense as he stared at me defensively.

Just as he was about to say more, a doctor ran over and interrupted him. "Amelia, why are your clothes wet? You just came back from the brink of death and here you are running around. We’ve been looking for you everywhere."

Then, as if dropping a bombshell, the doctor added, "Do you want your child buried or cremated?"

Before I could even process the words, let alone respond, Henry exploded in anger. He grabbed my hand roughly, pinning me against the wall. "Amelia, what did you do to the baby?"

"Hey, please calm down," the doctor said, trying to intervene. "The child is gone, but Ms. Brooks is suffering more than you could imagine."

The doctor tried to pull Henry away, but no matter how hard the doctor tugged, Henry wouldn't budge. In his eyes, besides anger, there was a trace of panic.

Did he care about the child's life? It's a shame we were not worthy to be the child’s parents.

Henry's grip on me gradually loosened.

In my ear, Daisy's weak voice echoed. "Henry, the baby has always been healthy. How could something happen? Why is this obstetrician in the surgery department?"

Henry stopped pulling away and he let out a sigh.

The anger that followed was even more intense. He roughly squeezed my chin. "How disgusting. To get me to look at you, you actually used the baby to deceive me?"

I weakly shook my head and tears fell from my eyes, landing on Henry’s hand.

He froze for a few seconds, then, as if touching something dirty, pushed me away, his face showing an unmistakable disgust. "Always pretending to be weak and you do it so well. Even you called the doctor in."

The doctor, who had been mentioned, stood by, hesitant to speak, but eventually chose to say something. "Everyone, I’m not lying to you. Ms. Brooks, would you like to come with me to take care of things?"

I didn’t respond, just walked toward the doctor.

But before I could even take a step, Henry grabbed me again. "What’s this? Now that you can't keep up the act, you’re just going to leave? Didn’t I tell you that Daisy needs you? There are plenty of nurses in obstetrics to take care of the baby. You don’t need to worry about it."

Daisy gasped and threw herself into Henry's arms, acting all sweet and helpless. "Henry, my head hurts so much."

Henry let go of me and gently massaged her temples with a look of concern. "It's okay, it's okay. I’ll help you back to rest right away."

"Why aren’t you following us?" he said, his tone sharp as he glanced back at me.

Henry coldly urged me on and the area around us was filled with onlookers. The noise of the crowd drowned everything out as a chill ran through my heart.

Ignoring the pain in my body, I dragged myself toward the doctor. What connection did Daisy and I have? Right now, my child was alone, unable to rest in peace.

I had barely grasped the doctor’s hand for a few seconds when Henry pulled us apart.

"Doctor, take care of the child. I will pay for everything!" I hoarsely called out my last plea.

Henry swiftly dismissed the doctor, shoved me back into the room and slammed the door behind us.

He and Daisy exchanged looks of amusement.

"That last performance was pretty convincing," he mocked.

I leaned on the bed, trying to steady myself, my voice trembling as I confronted him. "You said you didn’t know me, so why are you suddenly concerned about the baby? Who gave you the right to care?"

Henry let out a derisive laugh. "I found you in the obstetrics department, of course I know. And even after that idiot left, my memories stayed. Though I wish those memories had never existed."

If it weren’t for the sight of Daisy quietly laughing behind him, I might’ve been shaken by Henry’s words.

I had really wished time travelers existed, but the truth was, they didn't. I touched my empty belly and an overwhelming sense of loneliness engulfed me.

‘I’m sorry, child. It was my fault.’

Perhaps I had looked too pathetic at that moment.

Henry disdainfully turned his eyes away and started getting affectionate with Daisy. Before long, Henry's lips were on Daisy's, with the sounds of smooching filling the air.

Even though I desperately covered my ears with a pillow, I could still hear it. Their shameless display of affection made me feel disgusted. Soon, I couldn't hold it in anymore and started vomiting.

The sound of my retching caught their attention and Daisy covered her nose, hiding behind Henry. "Henry, this is so disgusting. Is she doing it on purpose?"

Her slightly red eyes made Henry's heart ache. Without hesitation, he locked me in the bathroom. "Amelia, stop disgustingly bothering people. If you want to be disgusted, do it to yourself."

I banged on the door, trying to get out, but the only response I received was silence.

I clung to the toilet, my tears long gone, my body curled up weakly on the floor. I couldn't understand how we ended up like this, or what I had done to offend him.

While Henry was away, Daisy opened the door. She looked me up and down with a malicious glare, then laughed out loud.

"I thought Henry found someone who could truly replace me, but you're really nothing special. With just a small gesture, he comes running over. I only had to mention being afraid of having a child and now you're the one handling everything."

Now I understood why Henry suddenly said he wanted a child.

Daisy even mentioned she wanted to save her first time for the wedding night and went ahead with In Vitro Fertilization instead. Everything was just a lie and I was foolish enough to fall for it.

Daisy’s laughter pierced through me and the anger rising inside made me want to slap her. However, my weak body couldn’t handle it and she easily pushed me back.

“Are you angry? You’re just a dog. Once I’m done playing, I’ll just toss you aside.” She sneered.

The door to the bathroom was shut again. It wasn’t until the janitor opened it that I realized Daisy had already been discharged.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. No more suffering from those two.

When I checked my phone, I found photos sent from an unknown number.

Daisy was wearing the wedding dress I had carefully chosen and Henry was standing next to her, smiling warmly. The suit really suited him.

When I learned that Henry was going to marry me, I had picked out the wedding dress well in advance. I was worried that my growing belly might ruin the photos, so I had reminded him multiple times.

But he always said he was busy and that we still had plenty of time, so there was no rush.

The truth was, he wasn’t busy. He just didn’t see me as the woman he wanted to marry.

Along with the wedding photos, the message also included several handwritten letters from Henry, filled with words of love.

While I was with him, I never saw any of those letters, but they were there, hidden where I couldn’t find them.

It was clear who had sent the photos. Without thinking twice, I blocked the number.

Just as I was about to rest, I received a call from my mom.

“Amelia, isn’t today your wedding day with Henry? Why does everyone say they don’t know you?”

“You two, just trying to live off others, hurry up and get out of here!”

I could hear a lot of noise in the background and my mom’s voice came through again.

“Amelia, your dad and I are here waiting for you, come quickly.”

Before I could respond, the call was abruptly ended.

I pulled out the IV needle and rushed out of the hospital.

The wedding venue was even more extravagant than I had imagined. I had never understood why Henry insisted on a pink rose theme back then.