Without hesitation, Leon reached out to catch the mess with his hands. His worry wasn’t an act; I could feel his genuine concern for me. But the fact that he had been with another woman was equally real.
Tears blurred my vision again.
Leon, you can’t have it all. You can’t.
While Leon went to wash his hands, two nurses nearby whispered excitedly.
"Oh my gosh, Mr. Ramirez is so in love with his wife!"
"Not only did he give her a mansion worth millions, but he even caught her vomit with his bare hands!"
One of the nurses, her eyes sparkling with admiration, said, “My New Year’s wish is to find a man like Mr. Ramirez.”
Yes, Leon loved me. He was undeniably good to me in ways that others could see. But his love wasn’t exclusive.
I lowered my head and let out a self-mocking laugh.
Just then, a notification popped up on my phone—it was a video.
I opened it, my hands trembling uncontrollably.
Inside a car with pink interiors, a woman dressed in a bunny costume was straddling a man. The sound of their gasps and moans rose and fell with their movements. Her coquettish voice was sickeningly sweet.
A second message followed. [Do you recognize this car? Leon said being with me feels so much better. Your child was your bargaining chip, but now it’s gone.]
[Just wait. Soon, I’ll take him away from you, old hag.]
Staring at the video, I felt my breath hitch. I never imagined that the woman Leon was fooling around with would be Zandra, the college student I had personally sponsored.
And the car—it was the birthday gift Leon had given me.
Because I loved pink, he had spent a fortune customizing the car, turning everything from the exterior to the interior into shades of pink, complete with vibrant rose embellishments.
Back then, he had held me close, looking into my eyes with sincerity. “Sharina, this car is yours and yours alone. Only you can sit in it.”
From that day forward, I used the pink car every time I went out. Except for New Year’s Eve, when Leon told me the car was in for maintenance, so I had taken another.
Now, as the video replayed on my phone again and again, I felt like my soul had been ripped apart.
Finally, I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The tears came like a flood, impossible to stop.
When Leon opened the door and entered the room, I quickly closed the video and wiped my tears, forcing myself to appear composed.