After I Left Him, He Pursued Me Again

Ian chased after me and asked, "Do you have to treat Julia as an imaginary enemy?"

Exhausted, I replied, "Ian, don't pretend. Just go back together with her if you still love her."

Surprised by my straightforwardness, he started to deny it vehemently.

"You can vent your grievances back at home. There is really nothing between Julia and me. Why are you so agitated? I don't understand.

"I was just playing along with her at the party because you told me to cooperate with the organizer. I really don't know where I went wrong."

I raised an eyebrow at Ian, directly exposing him, "Do you remember what you said to her on the day the movie wrapped up?"

Ian was stunned and burst with anger and shame in a moment.

"So you eavesdropped on us? Morgan, how can you say you love me when you don't even trust me? Do you have to monitor me all the time?"

I found his excuses somewhat amusing.

His ability to make excuses was becoming more and more proficient.

Feeling a bit tired, I didn't bother to deal with him. I rubbed my temples and said, "I have already signed the divorce agreement. I'll take you to court if you don't agree."

Hearing this, Ian looked incredulous.

He immediately confessed, "Yes, I said those words, but it was for a rehearsal, and they were just lines! You're making a fuss about a divorce without understanding the facts. That's not fair to me!"

I was shaken by his words for a moment, doubting whether I had misunderstood him.

"Morgan, I will not divorce!"

Staring at me resolutely, Ian held my hand and asked softly, "When I wasn't famous, you said you'd help me win the Best Actor award. Are you going to give up now? Morgan, I only have you..."

Memories flashed through my mind, his sincere expression almost identical to that of the young man I had rescued from the fire.

It seemed that nothing had changed; he still had his passion, and we still needed to rely on each other to struggle in the entertainment industry.

The hardships of my years of hard work came to mind again.

The person in front of me was not only my lover but also the star I had brought to fame.

Ian carried our shared dreams.

How could it be easy for me to let him go?

But Julia had indeed become an obstacle I couldn't get over in my heart.

I shook my head resolutely. "Let go, Ian. Don't keep entangling me."

I gritted my teeth and freed myself from him, forcing myself not to look into his eyes.

With the pain in my heart hard to suppress, I turned and left, suddenly feeling dizzy, and then everything went black.

I fainted. When I woke up again, I found myself in the hospital.

Ian was holding my hand anxiously, his eyes bloodshot. "Morgan, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Please don't leave me, okay?"

I was shocked to touch my stomach, pinching the report and reading it several times before I confirmed that it was all true.

The little life in my belly seemed to flick.

Ian also touched my belly and said almost pleadingly, "Morgan, can you bear the baby to be born without a father? Let's continue to live well, okay?"

I closed my eyes and didn't push him away again, tears flowing down the corners of my eyes.

Perhaps the baby came here to ask me to give him another chance.

Ian really changed.

He began to work hard and often caught a plane back to accompany me at midnight, even though he was very busy.

He would study parenting knowledge carefully and even make nutritious meals for me.

We tacitly did not mention Julia again.

He tried to give me a sense of security with his actions.

I knew he was pleasing me deliberately, even making up for me, but I couldn't help but soften my heart.

That day, I got up and saw him sleeping on the sofa again, holding his phone tightly in his hand, which was a baby's photo synthesized with our pictures by the software.

I couldn't help but choke, waking him up.

He opened his eyes, looking quite nervous. "What's wrong? Are you felling unwell? Let's go to the hospital now."

Ian held me and walked out. I shook my head, pointing to the photo to explain that I was okay.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Morgan, I really want to change myself. Give me another chance, okay? I want to take good care of you and our baby."

Having grown up with a single mother, I couldn't help but feel emotional.

I understood the feeling of not having a father too well.

When I was teased and bullied by classmates, my mother always told me to endure it, saying that it was already good enough for her to raise me alone.

I couldn't bear my child experiencing the same.

"Ian, I don't want to threaten you with the child. You don't have to pretend to be good to me for the child."

Ian affectionately held me in his arms, rubbing my nose.

"Honey, you are just prone to overthink it due to the fluctuations in hormones. I only care about you and our baby now.

"After I finish these two days of work, I will accompany you to the next check-up. Promise me, you have to be fine."

Marriage requires the joint management of both sides.

Everyone makes mistakes, but he was willing to change.

Looking at the baby's photo, I compromised.

I nodded, hugged him, and also embraced the happy life that was coming.

A few days later, when Ian accompanied me to the check-up, I vomited to the point of dizziness, which was too painful to bear.

But I saw it as a sweet burden. I lay on the bed of the private hospital, delighted to let Ian listen to the baby's heartbeat together, and I was so excited that tears overflowed.

But Ian, who had just been caring for me, suddenly stared at the phone with a strange expression.

A wave of panic surged in my heart.

"What's the matter, Ian? Look, the doctor said the baby is very healthy."

He looked up at me with an unmasked look of distress in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Morgan. Julia's ex-husband leaked her private photos. I have to see he right now!"