Love is Like a Moonlight

When I was suffering from leaking urine and vomiting during pregnancy, Yeremiah Hoffman was playing a cherry stem knot kissing game with his female assistant at a party.

Even though I vomited until my stomach was bleeding, the man still wrapped his arms around his female assistant, clinging to her and unwilling to let her go.

On the way home, I had a car accident.

As soon as the ambulance came, I was lifted onto the stretcher, but Yeremiah stopped the medical staffs and put me down with a cold face.

"You have thick skin, so you don't need to waste medical resources."

As he spoke, he carried the scared and crying female assistant onto the stretcher.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yeremiah and the medical staffs brought the female assistant to the emergency room.

Only me, quietly walking towards the gynecological consultation desk.

"Hello, please arrange an induced abortion surgery for me."

"I don't want the baby in my belly anymore."

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The next second after changing into surgical gown, Yeremiah angrily pushed open the door and stepped in.

He threw a ruby bracelet at my face.

"Michele, who allowed you to stuff this unlucky thing into me?"

Yeremiah did not believe in ghosts and God.

Even the lucky charm I had prayed for thousands of times was looked down and thrown into the fire.

Picking up the marriage bracelet on my body, I remained calm as I said, "It's not from me."

Hearing this, the man immediately snatched back the bracelet and eagerly put it on his wrist.

I knew, it was from his assistant, Caitlin Nolte.

I hoped to be with Yeremiah for the rest of my life.

I grabbed the man's hand as I prayed in my heart.

Under his contemptuous and wary gaze, I tied the loose knot tightly for him.

The extremely cold fingertips made him slightly lose focus.

He asked me, "Why are you wearing a hospital gown?"

I answered calmly and indifferently, "I'm going to have a minor surgery later."

His brows furrowed and he was about to scold me for pretending to be sick and weak.

The next second, I saw the nurse come in to draw blood for me.

The man opened his mouth and was about to ask the nurse what was wrong when his cell phone rang at the right time.

The man opened his mouth and was about to ask the nurse what was wrong with me when his mobile phone rang just in time.

It was a video call from Caitlin.

The girl complained tenderly that the hospital at night was so scary ....

Hearing this, the man did not even glance at me and strode out.

He bumped into the nurse, causing the needle to go off course and blood to flow out.

I groaned in pain, but the man did not even look back.

At this time, the doctor came in with a consent form for surgery.

Ignoring all the risk warnings, I signed it without hesitation.

Half an hour later ....

The surgery was successful.

I had just gotten off the operating table when I received a message from Yeremiah. [Wait for me at the hospital entrance.]

It was snowing heavily outside. I, dressed thinly, sat on a plastic stool and waited for a whole two hours.

The men did not appear.

Two nurses passed by me and laughed as they chatted about what they had seen in the emergency room.

"I've been working for so many years, but I've never seen a man who dotes on his wife so much."

"That's right. Not only did he hold her and coax her through the entire examination, but he only found a red mark on the woman's leg and he immediately used a helicopter to transfer her to a first-class hospital."

Hearing this, I opened my WhatsApp and found that Yeremiah had changed his avatar into a cartoon Nick fox wearing sunglasses.

It was a perfect match for a cartoon rabbit police officer for Caitlin's avatar.

I exited WhatsApp and clicked on the ticketing app.

Due to weather conditions, the fastest flight back home for me would be in two days.

I placed the order, paid and confirmed the ticket.

I walked out of the hospital and went home alone.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yeremiah, who went home late, opened the bedroom door and laid down next to me.

In the darkness, the man reached out to caress my pregnant belly. But I turned over and left my back to him.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, got up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door.

We had been in love for nine years, but he had never shown any sign of unhappiness.