Eight Years Buried Our Love

After leaving, I took Grandma's ashes and stayed at a small hotel.

Before returning to the village, I had something more important to do.

Three days ago, Grandma had a heart attack at the wedding. On the way to the hospital, I fainted in the ambulance due to the shock from Levi and Grandma.

When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor told me that Grandma died despite rescue efforts. And, I was pregnant.

I really didn't expect to be pregnant with Levi's child at this time.

The child I had been hoping for six years chose to come to me now.

My resolve to leave wavered because of this child.

I wanted to give Levi another chance. So, I called him when Grandma was cremated.

But... this child was not meant to be with me.

Levi was not fit to be the child's father.

That day, Levi ended not only the wedding, but also our eight-year relationship and the baby's chance to be born.

Since I had decided to completely separate from Levi, we couldn't have any ties.

...

When I came out of the operating room, I couldn't help but tear up.

The three-month-old fetus was already forming. It was a girl, the girl Levi and I had longed for.

Just as I raised my hand to wipe away my tears, a strong force pushed me to the ground.

My lower abdomen, freshly operated on, throbbed with pain.

When I looked up, I met Levi's angry eyes.

Ellie stood behind him, protected by him.

Before I could react, Levi pointed at me and angrily asked, "Abigail, you are simply unreasonable. You even learned to stalk. Is this what Grandma taught you?"

Looking at his frosty face, my hand on my belly involuntarily tightened.

"Stalk?"

I let out a cold laugh. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, and they streamed down.

"Levi, is this what you think of me?"

"Isn't it?"

Levi impatiently frowned, not giving me a chance to explain. He continued to scold, "Abigail, I'll say it one last time. Grandma's health is bad. If you keep this up, she might get angry and die one day!"

That day would never come. Grandma had already been angered to death by you three days ago.

I held my belly and struggled to get up from the ground. The chilling cold from the floor seeped into my body, making me shiver.

"Levi, shut up. Do you have any conscience left? Do you know that Grandma already..." I almost shouted. The pain in my belly made my vision go black.

"Enough!"

Levi impatiently interrupted me. His tone was full of disgust. "Abigail, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You just want to use Grandma's kindness to gain my sympathy. I'm telling you, it won't work!

"The thing I regret the most now is that you took advantage of my amnesia to trick me into marriage!

"Who do you think you are? You're just a humble fisher girl. If it weren't for Grandma saving me, would you have married me?"

Each word he said hurt me.

My lower abdomen throbbed with pain. Cold sweat mixed with hot tears slid down my forehead. I leaned weakly against the wall. My face was pale.

"Still pretending?" Levi let out a cold laugh. "You followed us to the hospital out of jealousy and suspicion, didn't you?"

I looked at the bag of medicine in his hand. My eyes were full of sarcasm.

When was the last time Levi cared about me? It had been so long that I couldn't even remember.

Perhaps my indifferent attitude greatly provoked him. Levi's expression looked even worse.

Seeing the timing was right, Ellie slowly stepped forward, gently pulling on Levi's sleeve. Her weak voice carried a hint of sobbing. "Levi, don't be angry. Abigail might just be momentarily confused..."

"Ellie, don't speak for her!" Levi's eyes filled with more anger. "She just can't stand to see you well!"

I looked at the scene before me and felt incredibly sarcastic.

Eight years of relationship couldn't compare to his short few months with Ellie?

Men truly were fickle.