The moment the screen unlocked, my heart turned cold. Wu Yicheng's recent anomalies...seemed to all but confirm my suspicions.

I clicked on his WeChat. That woman had been chatting with him just an hour ago, exactly when he was taking a shower...I read their entire conversation history from beginning to end. By the end, I was crying out of anger!

How did I become the person shamelessly pursuing him? He even said that I would cry, throw tantrums, and even threaten to kill myself when he didn't agree to my demands. He even said I would cause a scene at his workplace and that he had no choice but to marry me.

He even said I was lazy, an extravagant spender, always unkempt, and that the mere sight of me makes him nauseous now...

Clutching my phone tightly, red eyes fixed on the man lying on the bed. I was crying a river.

I desired to fling my phone at him, but I didn't, to start an argument with him and give the mistress what she wants?

Scrolling through their most recent chat, they were planning a weekend trip to Beijing. Just an hour ago, he had told me he was going on a business trip!

Sleeping Wu Yicheng suddenly rolled over to face me. I was scared stiff, standing frozen by the bedside, until he showed no signs of waking up. I then carefully put the phone down and climbed into bed.

What should I do at this moment? Should I confront him and make a scene? Should I beg him, crying, to cut ties with that woman? Or should I pretend to know nothing...

In the end, I did what every other woman might do...I wished, I hoped, he would come back, give me room in his heart. After all, we were about to become parents.

But the joke was on me. I was absolutely wrong.

I thought our minimal intimacy and lack of affection caused him to find a woman outside our relationship. I saw her as a free hooker he found! As long as I continued being close to him, try to bring us back to our old times, he would remember my good qualities, and place his heart in our home.

With that thought in mind, I leaned closer, calling him 'Husband' a few times. He responded in a sleepy mumble, and I tried to hug him. But the very moment I attempted to embrace him, he pushed me away.

His strength took me by surprise. I was completely unprepared as I fell straight from the bed and onto the floor. Dazed for a moment, tears welled up in my eyes at the sight of him on the bed.

He didn't come down to help me. Instead, he got up from the bed, an annoyed expression on his face. He blamed me instead: "Can't you let me sleep peacefully in the middle of the night?"

He seemed to ignore the tears on my face, and utterly forgot that I was pregnant. As he dressed up, he casually mentioned that he would have to wake up early the next day to go to his mother's place.

I watched him walk towards the door, and holding my belly, I screamed out that I had a stomachache.

Right now, I wanted him to stay with me. I feared that he wasn't just going to his mother's, but to that woman.

Wu Yicheng, with a frosty expression, became even more impatient. He said, ‘Of all times, now is when your belly hurts? You think it's amusing to tease me in the middle of the night? Can't you see what time it is? I have to be at the company by six in the morning.’

He didn’t give me a chance to respond and left, slamming the door behind him.

His coldness froze me to the bone.

The dull pain in my stomach became more intense, and I called him. But, from the beginning, no one answered, and finally, the phone was turned off... I couldn't believe that the man who once loved me had changed like this.

Shivering, I made my way to the front of the community to hail a taxi. Even though it’s only the beginning of autumn, I felt extraordinarily cold.

Even the taxi driver asked me if something had happened, saying that there were no obstacles in the world that can’t be overcome. The man who had shared my bed for three years, however, didn’t care, just leaving me to my fate.

As soon as I reached the hospital, I searched for a doctor. Just as I was in the corridor, I suddenly felt a warmth below me, as if something was gushing out from my body. Panic-stricken, I let out a loud scream and grabbed a passing doctor who was startled by my approach and attempted to pull away.

I went from holding his hand to gripping his thigh, sitting next to him on the floor. Looking down, I saw a lot of blood on my dress, bright red...

I said, "Help save my baby."

My voice was trembling, and my heart was caught up in my throat. This child was not easy to conceive - under medication and injections... I didn't want to think about what would happen to my marriage if my baby was gone.

Perhaps, I was still hoping for something.

The doctor bent over, patting me on the shoulder, and asked how many months pregnant I was.

I hurriedly said four months, and then he lifted me up. Scared, I clung tightly to his neck. The pungent smell of hospital disinfectant and a trace of shaving foam fragrance on him gave me comfort.

After a series of tests, injections, my baby was saved, thanks to Dr. Yin, the one whose thigh I clung onto. By a strange twist, he became my attending physician.

A man whom I would spend a lifetime trying to figure out.