We soon arrived home, but to my surprise, Alden did not turn around and rush back to Celine as I had expected.

Instead, he carefully helped me into the house.

As I wondered why, he finally spoke, his tone hesitant.

"Can you give me back the gold medal I gave you? Celine’s having surgery soon and she wants a good luck charm."

He had won that gold medal when he first rose to fame.

It was also that same year I agreed to be with him. He told me he would stay by my side forever, just like that medal.

But unfortunately, that promise had long since corroded, only I still remembered it.

I nodded calmly, but Alden frowned.

"Celine just wants everything to go well with the surgery. Please don’t be upset."

I said nothing and simply went inside to retrieve the medal.

"I’m not angry. You can give it to her now along with the necklace."

My tone was so calm that even Alden sensed something was wrong.

He opened his mouth as if to say more, but then Celine’s voice rang out from the phone, impatient and flirtatious.

"Alden, why haven’t you brought me the necklace yet? I’ve already put on the outfit you mentioned, so come quick."

Her voice was full of seduction and Alden’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Then he turned to me and said, "Baby, once Celine’s surgery is over, I’ll give her the medal and I’ll give you a proper wedding this time."

Without waiting for a response, he hurried off to his car and drove away.

I curled my lips and whispered to myself, "There won’t be a wedding."

After Alden left, I touched my belly and began cutting up all the baby things we had prepared.

"Baby, Mommy loves you. But Mommy can’t keep you. Please… come back to me another time."

At the hospital, I turned a corner and saw Celine wrapped in Alden’s arms.

"Celine, we can’t keep this baby. You’re about to have surgery," Alden said, his eyes full of sorrow.

And my heart twisted painfully.

So… Celine was pregnant with his child?

Celine, with tears in her eyes, nestled into Alden’s arms.

The next second, she met my gaze. Seeing me standing in the obstetrics and gynecology department, her eyes filled with resentment and jealousy.

I turned to leave, hesitating for just a moment, only to receive another round of photos from Celine.

She and Alden were tangled together in every corner of our wedding room, even on our wedding bed.

I felt sick to my stomach. My chest throbbed with pain.

Just as I was about to shut off my phone, another message appeared:

[If my baby is going to die, I won’t let you give birth to yours!]

My heart skipped a beat, remembering the hatred in Celine’s eyes just moments ago.

After my examination, I planned to go out and buy a small jar to give my child a resting place.

However, the moment I stepped outside the hospital, a pair of hands suddenly shoved me hard from behind.

I tumbled down a high flight of stairs. My leg broke instantly and sharp pain spread through my belly.

"Alden! Alden, come help me! Elara pushed me! My legs… and my heart… they hurt so much."

Celine’s tearful voice rang out.

Clenching my teeth against the pain, I turned around and saw her looking at me with pure disdain. Then she clung to Alden’s sleeve.

"Alden, it hurts so much. Do you think the baby will be okay? I don’t want to lose it… not yet. My heart hurts so badly."

As she spoke, she began panting heavily.

It was her usual trick and, like always, Alden fell for it.

He glanced at me, frowning. But as soon as Celine mentioned the baby, a flicker of panic crossed his face. He quickly picked her up, then turned to look at me with conflicted eyes.

"Elara, I can explain everything, but you shouldn’t have hurt Celine. You know how fragile she is."

With that, he turned and rushed into the hospital, leaving me behind, bleeding on the ground.

Alone, I dragged myself into the hospital, inch by painful inch.

The second before I lost consciousness, I made a deep mark in my heart.

This was the hundredth time.

Alden, this is finally the end.

When I woke up again, I stared at the ceiling, then instinctively reached out to touch my stomach.

The small bump that had once been there was now completely flat.

My face turned pale and a crushing pain seized my chest that I could not breathe.

Even though I had prepared myself for the possibility that this child might not stay with me long, I never expected the goodbye to come so soon. I had not even bought the little jar to keep a part of it with me.

Fighting through the pain, I called my mother in tears.

"Mom, the baby is gone… Tell Dad that I agreed to marry the son of the Quinn Family."

My mother, who had seemed hesitant before, suddenly sounded overjoyed.

Once my father confirmed the Quinn Family's answer, he could not stop grinning.

"You’re so lucky that the Quinn Family is still willing to accept you, even as secondhand goods."

I lay quietly in bed, watching them pack my things with excitement. None of them asked if their child had suffered.

I shut my eyes tightly, but tears still fell silently from the corners.

When everything was packed, my parents left to complete the discharge papers.

Then, suddenly, I heard a sound at the door. I turned instinctively and saw Alden.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out.

I could not keep up with his pace. My injured foot was throbbing and the wound worsened.

When we arrived at Celine’s ward, Alden spoke urgently, breathless.

"Doctor, I brought someone. Draw her blood."

I stared at him in disbelief and turned to leave.

However, Alden held me down firmly.

Celine pretended to plead, though her eyes gleamed with smugness.

She said, "Alden, I don’t think Elara wants to do this. She did push me, but let’s just forget about it. I don’t want you two to fight because of me. I can just bear with the pain a little longer."

As she spoke, she gently placed her hand over her belly, tears welling in her eyes.

A flicker of pain flashed across Alden’s face. He frowned and looked at me.

"Elara Thorne! You were the one who pushed Celine, so you have to take responsibility. It’s just a little blood, so it’s not a big deal. Celine is really unwell right now. Nothing can happen to her."

With that, he pinned me down even harder.

"Let me go! I didn’t push her, Alden! Let me go!"

Seeing the doctor glance at me, Alden quickly covered my mouth.

"Well, she looks pale. If she’s pregnant or having a miscarriage, she can’t donate blood," the doctor said.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Alden’s eyes and he almost pulled his hand away. But then, a trace of resentment flashed in Celine’s eyes and she suddenly began to cry softly.

"Alden, it hurts so bad."

The moment she spoke, Alden’s expression hardened. Without hesitation, he said, "She’s not pregnant. Just draw her blood. I’m her husband, so if anything happens, I’ll take full responsibility."

In the end, under his insistence, the thick needle was plunged into my arm.

As my blood was drained, I collapsed to the ground, completely powerless.

Alden held me tightly, his expression pained, eyes red as if he were crying blood.

"Elara, it’ll be over soon. Nothing will happen to you. The baby will be fine too, I promise. This is the last time."

I stared at him with lifeless eyes and finally closed them, losing consciousness completely.

From that moment on, there was nothing left between Alden and me.

The next day, despite my weak condition, my parents put me on the Quinn Family's private jet.

At the same time, news of the marriage arrangement between the Quinn and Thorne families swept across the country and I was about to become the wife of a billionaire.

The nurses at the hospital whispered among themselves and Alden overheard them.

He knew there was no other daughter in my family. The one marrying into the Quinn Family… could only be me.

Realizing this, he began calling me like a madman.

At the last moment before takeoff, he finally tracked me down.

But in the end, human effort had its limits, so he could only watch, screaming helplessly, as the plane carried me into the sky.

From that moment on, there was truly nothing left between us.