"Tell that idiot Yelena who Shawn Sterling is!"
I stayed silent, swallowing back the words I wanted to say.
On the other end of the phone, Shawn continued his rant.
"Yelena, you’ve spent years licking my boots and sending me a bit of money every month. Isn't all your scheming to cling to me and latch onto our Sterling Family?"
"It's too late to break up with me now! You've been completely controlled by me."
"If you're smart, come crawling back and apologize to me. Maybe I'll give you another chance."
So noisy. Was Shawn this kind of jerk?
Looking at the baby's strong heartbeat on the ultrasound, I sighed.
It felt like the delicate, crystal-like image of Shawn in my mind had just vanished like smoke.
During the month I spent recovering after surgery, I saw Shawn completely let loose in Hannah's social media posts.
She posted many updates, each one aimed at reminding me.
It was around this time that I realized ...
Shawn wasn’t just some frustrated art student.
He was the youngest son of the wealthy Sterling Family in this city, naturally above others.
But since there were so many sons in his family, they all fought each other openly for the family fortune.
His father had set strict conditions for the inheritance, wanting each child to be self-reliant.
Shawn, who had always longed for freedom and the arts, had been spoiled by his elders for many years and no longer had the drive to compete with his siblings.
During our five years together, he didn't have significant investments but never lacked anything.
As I scroll through these posts showing off luxury cars and yachts.
I couldn't understand why Shawn would be interested in someone as ordinary as me.
Seeing me working my butt off all the time, it just didn't make sense.
He watched me work tirelessly to secure a stable life, trying to earn extra money to support his daily expenses.
Was each plea for money just Shawn’s test of my love?
What difference could the money I saved each month make to him?
Did he only feel loved if I gave him everything I had?
I wish I could never see him again.
I quickly moved out and blocked all contact with Shawn.
I gradually let go of the regrets, hardships and disappointments I felt about the child and my pitiful love life.
But the anger and resentment in my heart tell me …
Shawn owed me. He owed me for the loss of our child and he must pay for it.
Part 4
Hannah, this girl, was very ridiculously straightforward.