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Chapter 1
I had a hereditary disease in my family. Getting pregnant and giving birth could kill me.
One year after marriage, I was accidentally pregnant. Zachary Murphy knelt on the ground and begged me to have an abortion.
“Stella, I can live without children, but I can’t live without you.”
At the seventh–anniversary banquet, he blurted out with his colleague’s child in his hands, “I wish my son could come.”
Everyone looked at me in unison.
In their eyes, there was tension, sympathy, guilt, but no surprise.
I immediately understood that I was the only one who didn’t know that Zachary had a son.
Looking down at the tears dropping onto the dining table, I asked, “How long has it been?”
I looked at Zachary with tears in my eyes, both anticipating and fearing his response.
He looked at me with guilt all over his face, wanting to reach out and wipe away my tears, but he stopped halfway.
“Stella, I can explain.”
Zachary’s eyes were filled with pleading, but for me, it was the cruelest response and instantly tore
my heart apart.
Just as he was about to continue speaking, the private room door was pushed open.
Everyone looked towards the door; it was Zachary’s sister, Amber Murphy.
She held a baby boy about one year old in her arms.
Zachary saw them and couldn’t help but want to stand up. After looking at me, he sat down.
But the joy in his eyes became even more intense.
Amber came to Zachary’s side, holding the boy in her arms. She glanced at me and playfully said to
the little boy, “Call him uncle.”
The little boy showed extra affection towards Zachary when he saw him. The boy reached out his
hand and wanted Zachary to carry him.
Zachary looked at me and didn’t know what to do.
At this moment, the little boy shouted, “Dad, I want a hug.”
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I was afraid that I would suffocate and die if I stayed here for another second, so I grabbed my bag and rushed out.
“Stella, where are you going?”
Zachary chased after me, but just as he reached the doorway, the sound of the boy crying inside made him pause.
I looked back. No one was behind me anymore. I felt I was a fool. I actually held expectations for him.
I was walking out when I was suddenly stopped by a delivery guy holding 99 roses.
“Excuse me, miss. Could you please tell me how to get to the private room called Harmony?”
Harmony? Wasn’t this our private room?
Then I noticed that the greeting card on the roses said, “Stella, happy 7th anniversary. Having you for the rest of my life is enough for me.”
Really?
“Zachary, you won’t have me for the rest of your life.”
In the middle of the roses, there was a delicate box, which should contain a diamond ring.
I liked shiny things. Every year on our anniversary, Zachary would give me a diamond ring.
I told the delivery guy the location of the private room, and he quickly thanked me.
“Thank you, Miss. This gentleman is really good to his wife. It has been seven years, and he is still so romantic and has a sense of ceremony.”
Seven years? Romantic? Sense of ceremony?
None of these prevented him from having a son with another woman.
I turned around and stopped the guy. I took off the ring on my finger and put it into the box inside
the roses.
The weather in June changed rapidly. Just a moment ago, it was sunny, but now it
I rushed into the rain and got into a taxi, but running over ten meters, I was all wet.
I didn’t know it was rain or tears on my face.
› pouring rain.
As everything outside the car window became blurry, I picked up my phone and made a phone call.
“Hello, Mr. Looper. I agree to join the crew.”
