During my shift, a woman suddenly burst in, insisting on having an abortion. I looked at her medical history and frowned. Nora Yuvette, 42 years old, 6 abortions in the past 6 months. "Have you really thought this through? Your body has been severely damaged. If you go through with this, it'll be very difficult for you to conceive again in the future." The woman didn't hesitate for a second. She was even smiling. "I don't like children, and I never planned to have any. It's just that my boyfriend has such a high sex drive and refuses to wear condoms. Since he knows how to please me in bed, I guess I'll put up with it." This was a patient's private matter. I didn't push further. I only reminded her after the surgery to stay in the hospital for observation for a while. But she quickly threw on her coat. "I need to get back to my boyfriend. He just won first place in the annual Teacher of the Year award today. I should reward him properly." At those words, I froze completely. My boyfriend's message was still sitting unread on my phone. "Honey, I won first place today! My colleagues are insisting on celebrating together, so I won't be coming home tonight. Don't wait up for me."
In that instant, my mind went completely blank. I couldn't process what was happening. Nora kept chattering away. It sounded like complaining. But her face couldn't hide her smile. "He has severe sleep disorder. He needs to hold me every time to fall asleep. Says my scent calms him down, especially down there." "Just now he texted me, told me not to shower. He likes me all natural." When our eyes met, I could only smile awkwardly. Kieran Smith also had severe insomnia. I couldn't accept this for a moment. Before my brain could catch up, my hand reached for the bracelet Nora had left on the desk. While she wasn't paying attention, I slipped it into my pocket. An hour later, I called her. "Miss Yuvette, you left your bracelet in my office." "I just got off work. If you give me your address, I can drop it off for you." My voice trembled as I spoke. One hand gripped the phone while the other dug into my arm, trying to keep myself calm. Nora agreed without thinking twice and sent me her address. I gasped. A luxury villa in the city center, less than 2 kilometers from Kieran Smith's school. As I walked, my heart felt like someone was squeezing it. Even breathing became difficult. I kept reassuring myself. Maybe it was just someone with the same name. Kieran wasn't the only one who won first place. But an uneasy feeling kept gnawing at me. Even standing at the door, I couldn't find the courage to knock. Then voices drifted from inside the room. "Nora, what took you so long to come back? I've been missing you." "You can't leave early today. You have to keep me company." Instantly, I froze completely. That was Kieran Smith's voice. But it sounded nothing like what I usually heard from him. It was so sweet it could drip honey. I couldn't imagine Kieran acting cute. In an instant, my stomach churned violently. Bitterness surged up my throat. My legs went weak. I could only lean against the wall and slide to the ground. Before long, disgusting moans reached my ears. "Stop it, someone's coming over soon." "Oh, doesn't that make it more exciting?" Kieran's voice was like invisible hands tearing my heart into pieces. Kieran and I had met through a blind date. The first time we met, he wore a white shirt. He was well-spoken and never crossed any boundaries. My first impression of him was that he was clean. Later, he proved to be just that. His bag always held tissues, an umbrella, and hair ties. When I worked overtime, he'd bring me a hot meal. He'd wait 6 hours without a single complaint. He had boundaries. Six months into our relationship, we shared our first kiss. He was so careful, like he was holding a piece of jade. After 2 years together, we had our first time. His movements were gentle. When he saw me frown, he'd stop and ask if it hurt. My friends all thought I'd found a normal person and was in a healthy relationship. I thought so too. He was a teacher, I was a doctor. Everything seemed perfect. A month ago, on our 6th anniversary, we got engaged. But now, my fiancé was on the other side of this wall. Holding another woman. They were being rough. They knocked over a vase. "Another new position? Do you ever think about how old I am?" Kieran was breathing heavily, showing no signs of stopping. "But it feels so good like this." In my memory, Kieran only ever used one position. Back then, I had even asked him about it. He just smiled. Said he didn't like all those new tricks. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. So it wasn't that he didn't like them. He just didn't want to with me. Inside, they continued. My phone rang at that moment. "Dr. Johnson, how much longer until you arrive?" I stared at my phone for a long time, typing and deleting messages. Tears dripped onto my phone screen. Everything blurred. 6 years of feelings turned to nothing. I couldn't accept it. I couldn't bear it. Listening to the sounds from inside, I finally made up my mind. I dialed a number. "I want to report something."
I left in a daze. I almost got into a car accident on the way. Even that couldn't pull me back to reality. Not until I returned home, to the wedding home that belonged to Kieran Smith and me. I had designed this room myself, taking time out of my schedule. I'd put thought into every detail. I deliberately kept the room with the best sunlight for Kieran's study. Just because he once said he loved watching sunlight fall on book pages. The wall directly across was empty. It was meant for our wedding photo. I'd been torn between 2 wedding dresses. Kieran just said to follow my heart. But soon after, he booked both styles. "Do you like it? I specially prepared a surprise for you." "I know you've been torn. We can afford it. If you like them, we can do 10 more sets!" To look good in the wedding photos, I'd started dieting early. But he disagreed. He thought dieting was too unhealthy. So he started making me healthy homemade meals that were both delicious and healthy. No matter how busy Kieran was, he never half-assed things for me. Even today was no exception. The food on the table was still warm. A note lay beside it. "Just reheat it yourself if it gets cold." "Be good, I'll be back soon." Kieran's love for me was always obvious. I only had to reach out to feel it. Didn't he love me? Didn't he want to marry me? Then why was he with Nora Yuvette? What did that make me? I couldn't figure it out. In my mind, memories of Kieran and Nora's face all tangled together. For a moment, my head throbbed painfully. I collapsed completely, slumping to the floor. Tears broke through the dam. I couldn't hold back anymore. Until my phone rang. It was from the report hotline I'd called that afternoon. I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. I didn't dare face it, but still instinctively answered. The voice on the other end was cold, even carrying a hint of anger. "Ms. Johnson, we've sent people to investigate. There was no illegal activity." "Mr. Kieran Smith and Ms. Nora Yuvette are legally married." Instantly, my mind buzzed. The next second, my phone crashed to the floor. How could this be? My whole body began trembling uncontrollably. I replayed that person's words in my mind over and over. Each time I recalled it, it was like pouring salt on a wound. It hurt so much. Everything spun before my eyes. In the empty room, only my heavy breathing remained. Just then, the door was pushed open. I turned around and met Kieran Smith's cold gaze. He looked down at me. Seeing me collapsed on the floor, there wasn't a trace of pity in his eyes. "It hurts, doesn't it?" "Then don't do things like that again."
It was as if nothing had happened. He took off his coat and changed into slippers. Kieran calmly walked into the bathroom to wash his hands. After tidying up, he walked over to me. "Actually, I've wanted to tell you for a while. I just couldn't find the right opportunity." "Nora and I have been together for 4 years. We got married last year." He spoke lightly. Like he was talking about something completely ordinary. We'd been together for 6 years, and he'd been cheating for 4 of them. I had so much to say. But it all stuck in my throat. They were married. Protected by law. Did that make me the mistress? I started vomiting uncontrollably. Kieran smelled exactly like Nora. The flush on his cheeks hadn't completely faded. I stared at him, forcing myself to stay calm. "Then what am I? You fell in love with someone else, so why didn't you say anything?" With every word I spoke, my heart bled. But Kieran's face showed no emotion. He even seemed to be reminiscing. "Gianna Johnson, you don't need to talk to me like that." "You think that necklace around your neck and those designer bags in your closet fell from the sky? I'm just an ordinary person who wants a better life. What's wrong with that?" "Even if I cheated, I never treated you poorly, did I? I took you on trips abroad. I served you like a princess every day. Isn't that enough?" As he spoke, he suddenly bent down and helped me up. A playful glint appeared in his eyes. His hand gently brushed across my forehead, straightening my messy hair. "Gianna, actually, I've already prepared a parting gift for you." "Nora's family is really wealthy, and they treat their employees well. Her driver, Wade Davis, makes over 10,000 a month." "I've arranged everything. In a couple of days, you'll marry Wade. At least you'll have a good life from now on." Kieran's voice was especially gentle. Just listening to his tone, you'd really think he had my best interests at heart. How ridiculous. I wasn't his property. Why should I follow his arrangements? "Kieran Smith, you're truly despicable." Those words completely killed any desire I had to argue with him. He had become a completely different person. The good man in my memory gradually blurred. Or rather, this was who he'd always been. He'd just hidden it too well. 6 years, wasted on a jerk. Looking at his shameless face, my blood boiled. I spat right in his face. The next second, Kieran's expression changed completely. When he turned back, his face had turned vicious. "Who are you trying to act pure for?" "When you were with Wade Davis, weren't you moaning loud enough?" As he spoke, he actually pulled out surveillance footage. He laughed wildly. "I knew you'd say that." "So on our engagement day, the person in bed with you wasn't me at all."
I didn't listen to the rest of Kieran's words. I ran out just before throwing up again. Scenes from our engagement day kept flashing through my mind. Kieran had been especially excited. He drank glass after glass and kept pouring wine into my cup. I couldn't stop him. I drank until I was completely out of it. The last thing I remembered before passing out was Kieran carrying me into the room. Turns out, he personally delivered me to another man's bed. Realizing I'd spent an entire night with a stranger, I threw up. My whole body shook uncontrollably. I leaned against a flower bed, crying until I couldn't breathe. Too absorbed in my pain, I didn't even notice someone quietly approaching from behind. Not until that shrill laugh reached my ears. I turned around and met Nora Yuvette's eyes. She was covering her mouth, laughing. Her eyes couldn't hide her smugness. "So you're his little girlfriend. What a coincidence." "No wonder your face looked so awful this afternoon when you heard me talking. Kieran's never treated you that way, has he!" I figured she'd come to pick a fight too. But the anger on her face completely disappeared when she saw me. I didn't want her to see me like this. So I forced myself to stand up and face her. My brain told me I should curse her out, vent properly. But when the words reached my lips, I couldn't say them. "When you got together with him, did you know he had a girlfriend?" I tried to appear strong, but my voice trembled as soon as I spoke. Even in this moment, I still wanted to find excuses for this relationship. But seeing Nora's arrogant face, I understood. "Of course I knew. So what?" "Young guys throw themselves at me every day. They don't care about their girlfriends, so why should I care?" "I suggest you stop dwelling on this. He and I are already married anyway." "Just go along with Wade. He's a bit older, sure, but he's more than good enough for you." She laughed wildly. Her tone carried an undeniable authority. As soon as she finished speaking, she actually reached out and grabbed me. Without another word, she tried to shove me into the car. "The first time you didn't even see his face. How boring." "I'm calling Wade right now. Let you two lovebirds enjoy yourselves properly." In that moment, I completely snapped out of it. Seeing her raise her phone, I actually laughed. Did she really think I was some pushover? Dream on. I grabbed a wooden stick from the bushes and swung it at her face with all my strength. The stick even had thorns on it. In an instant, it left a mark on her cheek. Blood fell, staining the wild grass. "Are you crazy? Believe it or not, one phone call and I'll make sure you never work again!" Nora didn't even have time to cry out in pain before dialing a number. "Mr. Johnson, someone bullied me!"
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