Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home.

The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back.

He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update.

It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!"

I spend the rest of the night wide awake.

The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a deep sigh.

"Alright. All is fine as long as you're coming back. I'll be waiting for you at home."

Hearing Dad's voice, I held back the ache in my heart and hung up the phone.

After ending the call, I placed a hand on my flat stomach as tears spilled down my face.

The doctor told me that the baby had just started forming. If I'd come any earlier, there might have been a chance…

"I'm sorry, baby. I failed to protect you. I'm so sorry…" I muttered, crying so hard that I could barely breathe.

A young nurse on her rounds opened the door and stepped in. She seemed used to such situations but still ended up feeling moved.

"A miscarriage is a big deal. Why are you here alone? Where's your husband? Why isn't he here with you?" There was evident concern in her voice.

I'd just gone through a miscarriage and was lying in a hospital bed. Yet, the only person who cared about me was a nurse I'd never met. Meanwhile, my husband was probably waking up in another woman's arms.

My sobs slowly stopped, and I bitterly murmured, "He's dead…"

The nurse looked apologetic. Her gaze filled with newfound sympathy.

I ended up ignoring the doctor's advice and insisted on getting discharged. As I scanned the miscarriage report, my body trembled.

How had my baby turned into just a piece of report? This pain shouldn't be mine to bear alone.

When I returned home, the house was empty. As expected, Connor Lockwood hadn't returned home last night.

He and a woman spent the night together. No one would believe that nothing had happened between them.

In the past, I would have bombarded him with phone calls. Now, I just felt so tired.

My phone rang with a call from Connor.

As soon as I answered, his concerned voice came through. "Wynn, are you okay? Something happened to Quinn. She drank too much last night, and now she has a fever. I'm taking her to the hospital now…"

After he spoke, I calmly replied, "You two were together last night."

My voice was steady. It was a statement of fact rather than a question.

There was a brief silence followed by Connor's irritated and defensive roar. "Wynn Carrington! Why do you have such a filthy mind? Quinn is my client. Since she got drunk, isn't taking care of her the right thing to do?

"Quinn is right here with me. She's been devastated since her divorce, and now she's sick. Can't you stop with your dirty thoughts for once and not make her upset?"

Listening to Connor fuss over another woman, I asked, "When you left me behind yesterday, did it ever cross your mind that I wasn't well either?"

He fell silent at my words. Then, he snapped impatiently, "You were at the hospital. What could possibly happen to you? Stop making a fuss and apologize to Quinn so we can move past this."

Hearing his words, I laughed.

Connor mistook my laughter for subsided anger and said, "Good. I'll find a time to take her out for dinner. You can apologize to her then."

After hanging up, I blocked Connor's number and booked the earliest flight for three days later.

…

Connor and I went to the same college. We dated for three years and were married for another three. We had barely reached the seven-year itch, yet our marriage was already falling apart.

All our fights revolved around Quinn Hoover.

On our wedding anniversary, Quinn needed help with plumbing, and on my birthday, she burned her hand.

Every single time, all it took was one call from her to have Connor drop everything and leave.

Even when I lost our baby, he failed to fulfill his duty as a husband and a father…

Feeling unwell, I fell asleep in a daze. It wasn't until Connor returned at midnight and turned on the bedroom lights that I woke up.

His expression was grim. "Wynn, why did you block me?"

Seeing that I didn't respond, he walked up and aggressively shoved his cold hands into my nightgown. Then, he pressed it against my lower abdomen.

My body's discomfort worsened.

He withdrew his hands and said, "That's for being petty. I told you. She's just a client. I only helped her out of pity.

A dull ache throbbed in my lower abdomen. I was in so much pain that I didn't have the energy or the will to fight him.

Connor sighed helplessly. "Fine. Don't be mad. I'm sorry I made a mistake. I'll do better, alright?"

His half-hearted words were the same old script I'd heard countless times. In the end, I was the only one who ever took them seriously.

The thought left a bitter ache in my chest.

Noticing my pale face, Connor offered to get me some dark chocolate. "Are you having your period again? You never take care of yourself. Let me get you some dark chocolate.

"I treat you well, but you're always making me mad."

His patronizing concern stung me. A pregnant woman would never get her period, and he'd know if he ever paid attention. It seemed that he'd never cared about me.

While Connor was rummaging through the fridge, he left his phone behind. A notification from "Quinn the Menace" flashed across the screen.

I calmly looked away and reached out to grab the glass of hot water on the nightstand.

Connor seemed to have materialized out of thin air, suddenly appearing and swiftly snatching the phone away.

In the process, he knocked over the glass and spilled hot water all over the back of my hand.

My hand instantly scalded red.

"What were you doing? I told you there's nothing between me and Quinn, yet you were trying to snoop through my phone while I was away! Stop being so sensitive!"

I studied the panic flickering through his eyes and calmly said, "I just wanted to drink some water."

My calm seemed to catch him off guard. Realizing he'd overreacted, he tried to smooth things over. "Still stubborn, huh? You burned your hand, didn't you? Let me see."

He took my hand over and gently blew on the burn. "I'm your husband. If you don't trust me, no one will. Marriage is built on trust—"

"Is it?" I cut him off and stared straight at him as if trying to peer into the depths of his soul.

"Of course. The baby's further along now. It should be fine, right?" He showed no guilt and tried to lean in for some intimacy, but I turned my face away to dodge his touch.

Irritation flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when someone entered the house.

It was Quinn. She stood in the living room in a revealing lace nightgown. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes red-rimmed.

Connor instinctively moved toward her but glanced at me. He forced himself to maintain a serious demeanor. "It's late. Why are you here?"

I looked at them indifferently. "How does she know the passcode to our home?"

He stiffened unnaturally and replied, "She left something here when I was handling her case. We weren't home back then, so I told her to get them herself."

Quinn shrank into the corner. "Mr. Lockwood is right, Wynn. I'm sorry for bothering you, but the power went out at my place. I got scared, so I-I…"

Connor stepped forward and draped a coat over her shoulders. His gaze filled with pity as it fell on Quinn.

"It's fine. You can stay here tonight, and I'll check your place in the morning. Wear this. Don't catch a cold," Connor replied.

Quinn shot me a provocative gaze. Then, she bit her lip and murmured, "Wynn, I'll leave if you're not comfortable with this. Please don't fight Mr. Lockwood because of me."

Connor's expression darkened as he turned to me. "She's in such a terrible state, so stop playing the jealous wife. She's young and newly divorced. Be more understanding, alright?"

A sharp cramp twisted through my abdomen. I could barely remain standing, let alone process what he'd said.

"Whatever." I turned and walked into the bedroom.

Connor seemed briefly stunned before he turned around and settled Quinn into the guest room. The bar of dark chocolate was delivered to her instead.

He never returned to our bedroom, and it was obvious where he spent the night.

Connor and I started dating in college.

Once, we were walking back to campus after a date night when a group of thugs approached us. They made crude remarks and tried to get physical with me.

Connor stepped in front of me without hesitation, even though he was up against three grown men.

I called the police in secret. However, by the time they arrived, Connor was already lying unconscious on the ground.

That memory sent a tear slipping from my eye.

How had we come to this?

…

The house stood empty the next morning. I packed up my few belongings and left everything Connor had given me untouched, right where they were.

The door to the guest room gaped open. At a glance, I saw a piece of lacy lingerie left at the foot of the bed.

I walked over and took a picture to send to Connor.

Just as I was about to leave, I ran into his parents. They excitedly pulled me along and suggested venues for the baby shower and postnatal retreat.

A sharp pain pierced my chest as I bitterly replied, "It's too early for that."

They brushed off my words and called Connor.

"Hello, Mom, Dad. What's up?"

His voice came through, followed by an unmistakable female voice in the background. "Connor, I think I left my lingerie at your place. What should I do? Do you think she'll find it?"

His parents, who were about to speak, froze. Then, as if realization struck them, they fumbled to switch off speaker mode in haste.

"You jackass! Come back here without that slut! Are you trying to drive me and your mother to our graves!"

I picked up my bag and refused to watch them put on an act. "Excuse me. I have somewhere else to be. I'm leaving."

They wanted to speak but ended up swallowing their words.

…

I flagged a cab to the law firm.

After graduating college, Dad wanted me to return home and learn to manage the family business. However, I insisted on starting a law firm with Connor.

Without a law degree, I could only manage menial tasks at the firm.

As I came to my desk and packed things up, whispers trailed over from the pantry.

"Poor thing. She gave her youth to build the firm with the boss but still got cheated on."

"You should've seen that woman the other day. She's so fake and pretentious. I wonder how the boss fell for her act. She ruined a huge business deal, yet he didn't get mad!"

My hands paused briefly, but I continued packing.

My phone on the nearby desk kept lighting up with notifications, so I reached out and flipped it face-down.

When Connor arrived much later, his expression darkened at seeing my actions. "What are you doing?"

I calmly replied, "Resigning. I'm going home to focus on my pregnancy."