When I saw Harrison Landon in the hospital, I thought he had come to see me specially from out of town.

Joy burst out uncontrollably, and I even felt a little less pain from my miscarriage.

"Harrison..." I squeezed out a smile, dragging my body towards him.

"Harrison!"

A lively female voice came from the noisy hospital as someone called out to him.

I saw the exhaustion on Harrison's face suddenly disappear in an instant.

He suddenly stopped and slowly turned around. I followed his gaze and saw a young pregnant girl.

The girl jogged over, holding her belly, with a coquettish look on her face.

"Why didn't you wait for me? The baby in my belly is tired!"

Harrison's face softened as he carefully embraced her.

He took a bottle of plum juice from behind as if he was playing a magic trick.

“Didn't you want to drink plum juice? I searched all the vending machines in the hospital and bought it for you.”

The girl's face eased, and she buried herself in his neck like a spoiled child, "I forgive you on behalf of the baby.”

Harrison looked down and gently touched her belly. The pampering in his eyes was almost overflowing.

“Yes, our baby must be very happy now.”

When I returned to the ward, the phone on the bedside table was ringing.

It was from Harrison.

I answered the phone numbly. Harrison said in anxious, vaguely mixed with exhaustion.

“Ella, you missed a lot of my calls. Are you okay? Is your stomach still hurting?”

I froze for a few seconds, a deep sense of powerlessness rushing over me.

Before I had a chance to tell Harrison about my pregnancy, the baby was gone.

I didn't want to worry Harrison who was on a business trip, so I only told him I had a stomachache and called an ambulance alone.

But little did I know, when I was in excruciating pain in the hospital bed, my husband, who didn’t care about me, was with his pregnant mistress.

He was with her now.

A sharp pain spread from my heart and travelled quickly down my nerves into my limbs.

I was afraid of pain, and this sudden heartache was a thousand times more painful than any suffering I had ever experienced.

I felt a surge of sourness rushed into my nostrils. I covered my chest, but my voice suddenly choked.

"Harrison, I'm in so much pain."

"But you just said..." Harrison hesitated for a moment, panicked when he heard my crying voice, and comforted me incoherently, "Ella, can you endure it for a little longer?"

Endure?

How could I bear to see my beloved husband, who I had loved for ten years, having a mistress and their child?

I hoarsely pleaded, "I can't take it anymore, Harrison, can you come and see me?"

I was in pain, Harrison. Because of you, I was in pain. This was your last chance. Can you...

After hearing my words, Harrison kept silent.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Harrison remained silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a slightly weary voice slowly sounded, gradually extinguishing the last trace of hope in my heart.

“I'm sorry, Ella. I'm still in LA and I don’t have time. I’ll rush back to see you tomorrow.”

Without hesitation, I hung up Harrison’s call. I received the message from my best friend Mia Anderson, [Ella, I just heard from Harrison that you are in a bad mood because of stomachache. Do you want me to come and accompany you?]

I compressed my lips and remembered Mia also took part in the project in LA with Harrison. Did Harrison hide it from her too?

I jokingly said, “How can Harrison be so busy? Can you help me bring him back?”

I didn’t get a reply after a quite long time.

I suddenly clenched my phone and stared at the screen with the repeated ‘the other party is typing’.

After a while, Mia sent me a picture.

It was a photo of Harrison shaking hands with a collaborator.

She said, “Harrison just finished a meeting with an investor. He is very busy.”

I stared at this perfect explanation and an unprecedented chill rushed to the top of my head.

The pain and despair that I couldn’t hold back any longer rushed over me like a flood.

I curled up on the hospital bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt so heartbroken that I even couldn’t breathe.

It turned out I was a fool surrounded by lies.

Everyone around me teamed up to play me around.

They all said Harrison was on a business trip, but he was now downstairs with his mistress doing a pregnancy test.

On the day Harrison pretended to rush back, I applied for the discharge in advance.

Before leaving the hospital, I inexplicably went to the obstetrics and gynecology department again.

The attending doctor was idle and chatting with the nurses beside the triage desk.

"The couple yesterday looked really good. Both the man and the woman were attractive."

"Yes, I have never seen such a considerate husband. When his wife wanted to drink sour plum juice, he immediately searched the whole hospital."

The nurses spoke with envy about other people's love.

Listening to their praise of that husband, I vaguely remembered that I also liked to hear others talk about the love story between Harrison and me.

Sometimes, I even wanted the whole world to know that we loved each other and we were an enviable couple.

I lost my parents when I was young and grew up in a hard way. My life was dull, without color or light.

Until I met Harrison, I found a little brightness in the haze.

Harrison was the center of attention and a perfect guy in everyone's eyes when he was in college.

I thought that someone like me would never have any intersection with Harrison in this life.

But fate seemed to arrange such plots for me.

In my junior year, the teacher asked us to write a letter to our loved ones. We could write to our parents or our lover.

I didn’t have any love for anyone, so I left the letter blank in the column.

But the next day, someone mischievously wrote Harrison's name on my letter.

Perhaps everyone thought I didn't deserve to love him. Those girls who liked Harrison came to me aggressively.

They took my ‘love letter’ and posted it on the bulletin board, with a big word next to it, [shameless].

During that time, I became the laughingstock of the whole school.

Wherever I went, there were people pointing and cursing at me, calling me shameless.

Harrison's friends came to watch me. "She seems like a country girl. It is said that her parents are dead."

"Tsk, it sounds unlucky. How can a child who grew up unloved deserve to love someone else?"

I listened to their discriminatory mockery and endured their shoving, but no one was willing to listen to my heart-breaking explanation.

I looked at the mean crowd in embarrassment, only to be pushed down by them once again.

Just as I was about to fall down, someone grabbed my hand.

In the noise, I heard someone angrily roar.

"Who said no one loves Ella Bell!?"

At that moment, the crowd fell silent.

I saw the handsome guy, who was always high above, appear in front of me and protect me firmly behind him.

It was the first time the whole school had seen the always well-behaved and well-known man, Harrison, lose his temper like that.

With red eyes, he told everyone, "I like her!"

At that moment, I thought had finally found a home.

Nobody thought highly of me and Harrison. However, when I accompanied him to start a business and walked together for ten years, everyone changed their mind.

All the acerbic sarcasm towards me turned into warm blessings.

But this time, as I listened to others talk about how good Harrison was to others, I could no longer laugh.

"Doctor." I pulled the doctor's sleeve and interrupted the conversation, calling her softly.

Knowing that I was weak from the hemorrhage when I came here, she hurriedly helped me to the chair and said with great concern, "I can approve your discharge application, but considering your current condition, it's better for your husband to come and pick you up."

She stared at my pale face and frowned slightly, “If you're afraid of trouble, I can call your husband."

"I know." I replied absentmindedly, gesturing for her to lower her head, "But doctor, I want to ask you, how old is the couple's child you were just talking about?"

The doctor seemed a bit alert, "What's wrong?"

I forced a smile, "That man is my husband."

When I returned home, Harrison was sitting under the warm yellow light waiting for me.

His eyebrows were slightly narrowed, but when he saw me, he suddenly relaxed.

"Ella, where did you go? Why did you come back so late?"

He looked at me with concern, and with familiarity, he embraced me into his arms.

I looked up to stare at him, trying to find any trace of abnormality in his expression.

But he calmly accepted my intense gaze, and the tenderness in his eyes didn't seem fake.

"Darling, it's my fault this time. Is your stomach still hurting?"

"Yes, it hurts." I gently pushed him away and sat back on the sofa.

"Are you still angry?" Harrison followed me with indulgence.

"Can’t I get angry?" I asked with a dark face, enduring the tearing pain in my abdomen.

"You can." Harrison thought I was throwing a tantrum and showed an indulgent smile. "When you are sick, you will get angry easily."

He tied on an apron and walked towards the kitchen, muttering as if it came from the bottom of his heart, "I love Ella no matter what she looks like."

While Harrison was in the kitchen, I picked up his phone that was placed on the table.

Before getting married, Harrison said that he would never keep secrets from me.

His mobile phone had no password and was always placed in the most conspicuous place.

Many details in life showed Harrison's sincerity towards me.

Over the years, I trusted him, loved him, and gave him my whole heart.

I thought I would receive the same in return, but I had been deceived by everyone.

But Harrison went to great lengths to deceive me.

There was nothing strange with any of his social media accounts, just like his disguise which was perfect.

But I was no longer a fool under his control.

Over the years, I had been a gentle and obedient wife, without socializing or working.

So even someone as meticulous as him would forget that I had won a national award for computers as an amateur student.

His trickery couldn’t fool me at all.

After dinner, Harrison went to the study to handle official business.

I ran back to the bedroom and stared at the computer in my hand.

On the clear screen, I watched him switch to another system skillfully.

A person named Una Kent sent countless messages.

[Harrison, when are you coming home? The baby keeps kicking in my belly. He must miss you.]

[Harrison, I miss you. Come to see me quickly.]

The ambiguous words were like needles piercing my pupils.

The text in the text box was repeatedly deleted. When Harrison mentioned the person who he didn't even want to say the name, Harrison was annoyed.

[She's been sick lately and insists on me accompanying her. I have to take care of her.]

Una appeared to be very angry and dissatisfied.

[Harrison, I can't bear it anymore. When are you going to divorce her?]

[She can't give birth to a child for you. How long will you continue to spend with her? Aren't I and the baby important to you?]

[Child...]

I stared at Una's words on the screen, wishing to tear her apart.

How could a mistress be so arrogant?

But the next second, Harrison's answer was like the cold water on my burning fighting spirit.

The fluorescent cursor slowly pulsed, making my face even paler.

My gaze stopped at Harrison's answer, unable to move anymore.

[Good Una. You know that I won't have a child with her. So in my heart, you and the baby are the most important.]