Chapter 2

When I regained consciousness, four hours had passed.

Lucas still hadn't shown up.

The hospital room was eerily quiet.

I instinctively tried to sit up, but the sharp pain forced me back down.

A nurse entered with an IV drip and quickly stopped me.

"You just had a miscarriage surgery. Don't move."

I froze, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision. So, before I even had a chance to feel its presence, that little life had silently slipped away.

Did the baby sense that its father didn't care about it, and decide not to come into this world?

The nurse tried to comfort me, "You're still young. You can have children in the future."

I forced a smile, staring at the fluorescent light on the ceiling for a long time until my eyes hurt. Then I turned and picked up my phone from the bedside table.

There were only work messages on it. Nothing else.

Lucas had said he'd come back after delivering the sanitary pads to his first love. But he hadn't appeared even after the surgery was over.

A hint of mockery crossed my pale face. In his eyes, buying sanitary pads for his first love was more important than my life.