The woman giggled softly, followed by more nauseating sounds.
Suddenly, all the pain in my body vanished, leaving only a hollow, broken heart. It was as if I’d been riddled with bullets.
At midnight, fireworks lit up the city sky, ushering in the new year.
But I no longer had the strength to care.
The dazzling fireworks blurred before my eyes, fading into a single tear that slid down my cheek.
When I woke up again, the searing pain in my abdomen returned.
The doctor sighed, shaking his head. "The baby was already six months along. The delay suffocated the fetus in the womb. A little earlier, and we might’ve saved it."
"You’ve just had surgery. Rest and recover."
Grief overwhelmed me. I clutched my empty belly, sobbing uncontrollably. "Baby, you must’ve sensed this world isn’t worth it, so you chose not to come, right?"
"I’m sorry... next time, find better parents..."
I didn’t know how long I cried, but it felt as if I had no more tears left.
Finally, I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was still in our hometown.
"Mom, I’ve decided. After the New Year, I’ll join you and Dad on that classified research project."
My mother was stunned, though her voice carried a trace of excitement. "You’ve made up your mind?"
"But wait—you’re pregnant! Research isn’t a vacation, and I doubt Leon would agree."
I took a deep breath as I answered, "Mom, I’ve decided to get a divorce."
There was a long silence on the other end of the line.
"Alright," she finally said. "I support you. Your father and I are scientists, and you have extraordinary talent. I never agreed with you sacrificing your potential for marriage in the first place."
"Get ready. For security purposes, I’ll expedite the process to cancel your residency. We’ll pick you up in a week."
After the call ended, I leaned back on the hospital bed, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.
For Leon, I bid farewell to my parents years ago and stayed with him overseas.
I could still remember the day he knelt on one knee, promising me, "Sharina, I will love you forever, till death do us part. You are my one and only. If I ever betray you, may I die a horrible death."
Back then, I was so moved that I covered his mouth, not wanting him to utter such ominous words.
It turned out his "forever love" lasted only eight years.
Those who betray true love deserve to swallow a thousand needles!
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