I sat on the hospital bed, my hands rubbing the sheets subconsciously.

My best friend Anna was making some arrangements over the phone. A few seconds later, she ended the call and looked at me.

“Everything’s in place.” Her tone was steady as ever. “It’s all according to plan.”

I nodded calmly. “Good.”

The doctor came into my room, holding my chart. His expression was solemn. “Miss Gordon, let me check again before the surgery—”

He flipped through my chart and looked at me solemnly. “The baby is quite far along, so we’ll have to induce labor. This could affect your future… Are you sure?”

I did not hesitate for even a second. “I’m sure.”

He paused before asking, “Do you have any family with you?”

Family? I scoffed.

The family who claimed to love me and care for me were all lying to me, planning to give away the baby once it was born.

I looked up slowly and told the doctor in a frighteningly calm voice, “I don’t have any family. They’re all dead.”

The doctor glanced at me. He wanted to say something, but then he sighed and nodded at the nurse. “Prepare the operation theater.”

The door closed slowly, and the world went silent. The only sound left was the beep of the ECG.

This was the first decision I made for myself.

It was fine. My life would become even better without them.

After the surgery, back in my room, I heard Anna’s voice in my ear before I was even fully awake.

“Jason kept calling me. I gave him a different address, but he’ll find out soon.” The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Anna’s worried gaze. Her tone was careful. “How do you feel?”

I paused and instinctively touched my stomach. It was flat.

My fingers paused on the empty belly, as though confirming something… or searching for something.

Anna hesitated when she saw my movements and asked cautiously, “Do you… regret it?”

I did not reply, my fingers slowly digging into my palms until it began to hurt.

Regret? Never.

All I felt was… hatred.

I hated them for tricking me, and hated myself for taking this long to notice.

Fortunately, it was not too late. I did not let them get their way.

I looked up with a cold smile. “I don’t regret it at all.”

I then reached for the documents I had prepared on my bedside table. My voice was hoarse but clear. “I already signed them.”

Anna took the papers and read through them, her gaze serious. “Divorce papers?”

I nodded slightly. “Send them out right away.”

She did not ask any more questions. “Alright.”

She then paused before continuing, “The stocks you invested in with my account have made it big. I’ll transfer the money back to you right now.”

I lowered my gaze, my tone calm. “Alright.”

After a second, I chuckled, my gaze ice cold. “Don’t let them know. I’ll make them pay, slowly, once I recover.”

The next day, I heard panicked footsteps at the door.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath, my fingers digging into the sheets. They found me, after all.

The door flew open, Jason taking the lead. When he saw me in the hospital bed, all the blood drained from his face. There was no hiding the panic in his eyes.

“Nina! How could you be so rash? You misunderstood, I can explain—” He ran toward me, his tone rushed.