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“Your uterine wall is very thin. If you abort this child, there’s a high chance you won’t be able to conceive again.”
I placed my hand on my belly.
My nose stung with unshed tears.
11:39 AM
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I’m sorry, baby. Mommy is so sorry.
But I can’t keep this child. I have to do this for myself.
An hour later, I was lying on the operating table.
As the cold instruments entered my body, I slowly closed my eyes.
When I left the hospital, there was no longer a little life growing inside me.
I had originally planned to share this good news with Lucas on his birthday.
But now, it seemed pointless.
My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.
“Baby, are you pregnant?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“I found your test results in a gift box at home. Baby, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Where are you now? I’ll come pick you up.”
“At… at the hospital.”
Soon, Lucas’s car pulled up in front of the hospital. He got out to help me.
“Why did you come for a check–up alone? It’s dangerous.”
“It’s fine…”
Perhaps feeling guilty after learning about my pregnancy, he unexpectedly took me shopping for jewelry.
Just as we entered the jewelry store, a familiar voice sounded from behind.
It was Rachel Sullivan.
“Sister Mia, what a coincidence!”
“Rachel?”
I didn’t respond.
Back then, Rachel had attempted suicide just because I posted a photo on social media.
If it weren’t for her suicide attempt, I would never have known she was deeply in love with Lucas.
“Brother Lucas, what are you two up to? Can Rachel join?”
“Sure.”
Lucas was always like this. Whenever it came to Rachel, he would agree to anything.
Rachel linked her arm with Lucas’s, and they walked side by side towards the counter.
The sight stung my eyes.
I gripped my cane tightly, my knuckles turning white.
“You two make such a lovely couple,” the sales assistant said sweetly, as they often do when seeing couples.
Lucas looked a bit embarrassed, finally noticing me behind him.
“Please help her find a suitable bracelet.”
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The assistant paused but didn’t say anything. She took out a new design from the counter.
“This lady has very delicate wrists. This bracelet would be perfect.”
The assistant put the bracelet on my wrist. I pretended to feel it carefully.
“Do you like it?” Lucas leaned down to ask.
I nodded.
Did I like it? How could I?
“Brother Lucas, I want one too,” Rachel said, tugging at Lucas’s arm.
“Please get me another one just like it,” Lucas said to the assistant.
“I’m sorry, sir, but this is a limited edition. We only have one in stock.”
“Brother Lucas, I really want this one.”
Lucas glanced at me, then without hesitation, took the bracelet off my wrist.
“Baby, let’s give this one to Rachel. We can choose another one for you.”
Of course, she could have it. I’ve already given you to her anyway.
Behind Lucas’s back, Rachel looked at me triumphantly, as if declaring victory.
“Sister Mia, can I come home with you today? I’d love to taste your cooking.”
I remained silent, waiting for Lucas’s response.
“Of course you can. Mia, I know you can’t see, but Rachel doesn’t come over often. Don’t be so stingy.”
He didn’t consider the danger of me cooking while blind. He only cared about what Rachel wanted.
“Alright.”
