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I didn’t know exactly what happened after that.
But I could guess that Benjamin likely wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but Mia refused, crying and begging until he agreed to keep
the child.
It was not a big deal–Benjamin Davis had impregnated a young, beautiful university student while married.
But it wasn’t a minor scandal either. Basically, everyone in our social circle knew, yet no one dared to ask about it.
As a result, many people sympathized with me.
With the help of Mia, Benjamin seemed to have his paternal instincts awakened. He began to accompany Mia for prenatal checkups, patiently staying by her side, attentive and caring.
How did I know?
Because they were standing less than thirty feet away from me.§
looked at the checkup sheet and saw that the baby was healthy.}
My baby had been good to me, neyer causing discomfort, contentedly staying in my womb, occasionally interacting with me.” My baby loved me.
In three months, I would meet my baby. Really, just three months.
In three months, I would meet my baby.
Really, just three months.
But that day never came.
Life has a way of twisting our paths unexpectedly.
When Mia and I rolled down the stairs at the same time, Benjamin subconsciously protected Mia.§
Mia was so scared that she cried in front of Benjamin, her hands tightly protecting her belly, “Our baby… we almost lost our baby…”
I was lying on the floor, bleeding as I turned my head to look at Benjamin, who was taking care of Mia. The searing pain tearing through my body told me everything I needed to know.
I was losing my baby.”
I had failed to protect my baby.
Benjamin seemed to have just reacted and immediately called an ambulance.
But it was too late. The baby couldn’t be saved.
After the surgery, I sat in bed, staring at my empty belly. Tears fell silently onto my hands. I whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…. “I’m going to call the police! Mia killed my baby!“}
But Benjamin was silent. He held my hand. Maybe he saw everything that happened. Maybe he was also sad about losing his child. Maybe he…
“Mia didn’t mean it.”
I laughed through my tears, my heart breaking with every breath. “But my baby was innocent.”
“He was your baby too, Benjamin.”
In the end, Benjamin smothered the incident. He finally agreed to divorce me, at the cost of my child’s life.
After leaving the court, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at his watch and said, “You’ll get a fair settlement.”
“Let’s keep in touch.” I said,
“Actually, better not. Mia won’t like it.”
Benjamin couldn’t wait to show me his preference for Mia.
But I was in no hurry to let him go.
I led him down the streets we had once walked together, finally stopping in front of the movie theater where he had proposed to me.§ Benjamin asked impatiently, “Are we done?”
I shook my head. “We’re done.“}]
It seemed he had completely forgotten about it.
But that was okay.”
I did not care.}
“Benjamin, I don’t love you anymore.
“Now, you are free.”
