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Chapter 3
“I’m pregnant?
At first, Lorenzo Porter crossed his arms, indifferent, saying,
“Well, if you’re pregnant, you’re pregnant… Wait a minute, it’s not mine, right?”
His expression was shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief and worry.
“If you don’t believe me, you can get an amniocentesis,”
yemed completely stunned, staying dazed for a few minutes before finally frowning and resolutely saying,
“Get id of it. I can’t hurt Nina again.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to control my trembling hands,
“Fine, you’ve cheated. You leave everything behind, that will be your compensation to me.”
I had intended to start with the impossible, then negotiate, but he agreed immediately,
Apart from the house his parents left him, almost everything else was transferred to me,
Eighteen year old Lorenzo Porter still had the mindset of a child, eager to give Nina Alora the title, perhaps to prove that they didn’t care about money.
The pregnancy was still in its early stages, so I followed the doctor’s advice and had an abortion.
The procedure went smoothly, and in less than an hour, I was wheeled out.
The anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off, and I was still a little disoriented.
But I could clearly see Lorenzo Porter, smiling widely as he held his phone, utterly absorbed, until the nurse shouted,
“Who is the family member?”
Only then did he belatedly stand up, and his expression instantly darkened.
After pushing me to the hospital room, he seemed as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, eventually mumbling,
“Let’s book the divorce appointment. Nina can’t wait,”
At that moment, my face was pale. I probably looked like a ghost, staring at his familiar face, only feeling disgusted.
“Alright.”
I spoke coldly, not wanting to say anything more to him.
He seemed to realize I was dismissing him, and before leaving, he made me a cup of hot water, telling me to take care of myself.
As he reached the door, he strangely turned back and said,
“Julia, don’t blame me for being heartless. If you must blame someone, blame the timing of this child’s arrival.”
I laughed coldly in my mind, followed by an endless sorrow.
I had never liked children. It was Lorenzo Porter who had insisted on having our own baby, and so I began trying to conceive,
Now, it was all the child’s fault.
That night, Nina Alora came to my room.
In stark contrast to my pale and fragile appearance, she had a rosy complexion, carrying a thermos, her face adorned with a fake smile.
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Chapter 3
“Julia, I heard you miscarried, so I made something for you to help you recover.”
I didn’t know what trick she was trying to pull, but I watched as she slowly opened the lid.
A strong, metallic smell of blood hit me, mixed with a sour, rancid odor.
It was the placenta!
My stomach churned, and I bent over, gagging as I knocked the thermos over.
In my ears, Nina’s triumphant laugh echoed:
“Julia, why are you so worked up? I specially bought this from the hospital for you, it’s the baby you’ve been waiting for.”
sa pity, you gave so much for Lorenzo, but it was all in vain. You must hate me, right? But it’s no use hating. From now on, I’ll be Mrs. Porter.”
I gritted my teeth, hoarsely telling her to leave.
After enjoying my pain, Nina Alora turned and left.
The hospital room, now eerily quiet, felt suffocating. But the hatred in my heart surged like a storm.
Fate’s arrangement?
I wanted to see just how long their “pure” love would last.
I would smile and watch as each of them cried.
After I was discharged from the hospital, Lorenzo Porter couldn’t wait to rush me to the Vital Records Office to finalize the divorce.
When we were signing the papers, he paused, holding the pen, with his other hand pressing against his temple.
In that instant, I thought he had remembered everything.
Lorenzo seemed to notice my thoughts and immediately shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake off the pain in his mind.
He didn’t hesitate any longer and flamboyantly signed his name on the paper.
As we exited the Vital Records Office, Lorenzo tried to search my face for any signs of pain, but there were none.
He scoffed,
“Of course, now that the money is in hand, you’re not hurting at all. You pretended at first like you couldn’t bear to let go of me or the child. What a performance.”
I ignored his sarcasm. My best friend was waiting for me at the entrance in a Maybach and had thoughtfully set off some firecrackers.
“Ohh! Let’s all cheer for this lady, who’s taken back control of her life!”
“Come on, let’s get you some male models to soothe your broken heart.”
After the divorce, Lorenzo happily took Nina Alora on a trip to clear his mind.
He spent lavishly on her, preparing romantic gestures, showering her with luxury goods.
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