Expired Love, Farewell Forever

At the elevator entrance, before they could even make it inside, they were already kissing passionately.

Panting heavily, Alan used his right hand to unbutton Lucy's shirt while hurriedly entering the passcode with his left.

Perhaps the intensity of their kiss made him enter it wrong several times before the door finally opened.

The moment they entered, with the lights still off, Alan hoisted her onto the hallway cabinet.

The sound of violent collisions echoed, and I nearly gagged from the nausea.

I turned on the living room lights, and under the harsh brightness, they separated. The impatience on their faces was etched into my memory.

Lucy's shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to her navel, and she hurriedly buried herself into Alan's embrace.

Alan held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry. I thought she had already left."

"Go wait for me in the bedroom," Alan said as he carried Lucy into the room and shut the door behind him.

"Why are you back again?" His frustration was evident.

"Alan, I'm pregnant."

There wasn't a hint of joy on his face. I once believed that the arrival of this child would be the catalyst for our relationship, but to him, it was likely just a burden.

"Whose child is it?" Alan's lips curled up into a mocking smile.

I slapped him hard, his head jerking to the side from the impact.

"You must have heard everything, Gloria."

"Why didn't you tell me? Did you think staying silent would keep me with you?"

No, I hadn't.

I had only regained my hearing a week ago and wanted to surprise him on our wedding anniversary.

But what awaited me instead was Alan flirting with Lucy right in front of me.

"Let's get divorced."

"Playing hard to get loses its charm after a while." Alan sneered at my words. "We both know you can't live without me. Did you think having a baby would bring me back?" Alan thought I would use the child to threaten him, didn't he?

I looked at the face I had traced with my fingertips countless times. I laughed, and as I laughed, tears started falling.

For the first time, I forcefully pushed his hand away and fled out of the house.

Apart from Tina, I had no one else to turn to. After hesitating for a long time, I finally dialed her number.

"Gloria?" Tina's voice was as loud as ever, but there was also a hint of playfulness in her tone. "Didn't expect that Alan is quite the romantic. I always suspected he wasn't trustworthy. But when I saw how good he was to you, I let it go."

I gripped the phone tightly, my voice barely audible. "Tina, are you home?"

"What's wrong?" She sensed something was off in my voice and asked where I was. Less than twenty minutes later, she arrived.

"It wasn't me. The woman in the photos wasn't me."

Realizing that Alan had cheated on me, Tina was so furious that her head spun, her blood boiling. She immediately wanted to confront him.

"Don't go," I tried to stop her, but I felt my vision go dark, and I collapsed.

Tina panicked, abandoning her plan to confront Alan. She rushed me to the hospital instead.

The doctor handed me a prenatal exam report. He said the baby was about ninety days along, a little over twelve weeks, about the size of a peanut.