Chapter 147


    Watching his reaction, a rush of indescribable pleasure surged through me. The thrill urged me to


    say more. I felt dizzy, and my body seemed burning, but my spirit was wildly excited. I couldn’t care


    about anything else. I just wanted to vent, desperate to let it all out. Facing his eyes, I forced a smile


    and spoke with utmost cruelty, “Yes, I just found out back then. It was only five weeks along, tiny,


    with no heartbeat yet. There was even a threat of miscarriage. I kept having stomach pains all


    because I was pregnant.”


    Bryant looked at me, disheveled, his lips quivering. “Why… didn’t you tell me?”


    “It was our third wedding anniversary when I found out. I was to share the exciting news with you. I


    prepared a candlelit dinn hid the ultrasound in a homemade cake, hoping to surprise you Bryant


    muttered, “I didn’t see the cake…”


    happy and couldn’t wait for our anniversary and


    “You didn’t care about me at all that day!” I chuckled, “You were with Margaret, putting the long time


    around her neck. You orgot our anniversary, ne I had been fond of for only celebrating her


    divorce!”


    “A few dayster, I wanted you to apany me for a follow-up visit to the hospital, hoping you’d


    hold the ultrasound report in your hands.”


    Watching him fall apart bit by bit, I said faintly. But when I woke up that morning, you had. gone to


    be with Margaret. You told me to go to the hospital alone! Oh, and the day of the check-up, I was


    nning to tell you then…”


    Bryant apologized, “I’m sorry. I..”


    “Don’t rush your apologies.” I wiped away the falling tears on my cheeks and blinked, “That day, the


    doctor said the baby was developing well, already had hands and feet, a very healthy baby… But


    then, on the day Margaret dragged me into that car ident, our child turned into a pool of blood


    and left us.”


    The more I spoke, the more I realized that only he could share my pain. Seeing him hurt. seemed to


    offer me some relief!


    I kept on hurting him on purpose. “The baby might have been saved. But as you ran past me, I


    stretched my hand out to you with all my strength, and you didn’t pull me up. Bryant, you chose to


    let him go with your own hands.


    “Stop, please stop.” Bryant suddenly pleaded, his usually cold demeanor then showing. traces of


    moisture at the corners of his eyes. He reached out, wanting to pull me into his


    arms.


    But these hands, just minutes ago, were choking me for another woman. I shook my head and


    stepped back, gouging at his heart. “I have to say it! Bryant, it was you and Margaret.


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