Farewell to My Unrequited Love

He still didn't agree to the divorce. He gave me a fierce look and then slammed the door on his way out.

I collapsed onto the bed. I looked at the familiar room layout in front of me and felt a wave of sadness.

Earlier this year, my dad, who was known as a model husband, had an affair.

His mistress was pregnant with his child. She came straight to my house to confront us.

She screamed and demanded my parents get a divorce.

The commotion caused everyone around us to know about the affair.

My mom had been with him for most of her life. There was no way she hadn't noticed.

But she chose to endure it.

I had seen moments of their deep affection. I had also seen my dad hitting my mom to protect his mistress.

I almost broke down at that time. It was Ian who came out to resolve everything.

He held me tightly. His voice was unsteady, and kept comforting me, saying, "I'm here. Don't be afraid."

Since then, he had given me all the security I needed.

He would always report to me wherever he went.

Even when having dinner with friends, he would make a video call just to reassure me.

However, he kept a woman who was three years younger than me secretly.

If I hadn't impulsively decided to clean the study that day, would he have hidden it from me forever?

My vision blurred. My sore eyes ached faintly, and my lower abdomen began to hurt slightly.

I held my lower abdomen in pain. The intense pain made it difficult for me to walk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the phone on the bedside table.

I instinctively called Ian.

After one or two rings, the cold mechanical voice on the phone gradually turned into a busy tone.

I gritted my teeth and directly called the ambulance.

The severe pain was unbearable. I fainted directly.

When I woke up again, the unpleasant smell of disinfectant filled my nose.

I turned my head to see Ian looking at me with a gloomy expression.

He was surrounded by deep anger, seemingly ready to strangle me at any moment.

When he saw me awake, his eyes moved slightly.

He was wrapped in immense anger and gritted his teeth as he asked, "Did you abort our child?"

Faced with his anger, I appeared calm and composed.

I moved my dry throat and softly said, "Mm."

"What right did you have to abort him? He was my child too!"

Rarely, he actually argued about this.

In four years of marriage, he never asked me about having children. Even when his parents urged me to have a child, he always jumped in first and said, "We're still young. There's no rush to have kids now."

So, I always thought he didn't like children.

"Speak up, Clara!"

Hearing his angry roar, I said calmly, "Because I think your mom was right. Bad genes are hereditary. I don't want my child to be like you."

Hearing this, Ian's body stiffened. His expression turned ugly.

He angrily kicked the chair next to him.

The chair couldn't bear the weight and fell straight to the ground with a loud noise.

I was so scared that my heart skipped a beat. I pressed my dry lips together tightly.

Ian laughed angrily and said repeatedly, "Clara, you are something."

I didn't know if I was something or not. I just knew I was really tired.

I didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore.

So, I just closed my eyes.

I didn't know how long it had been, but the room was silent.

When I opened my eyes again, I was the only one left in the room.

With Ian's help, my mom got a lot of property when she divorced.

Now, she was using that money to travel and relax.

In this city, I only had my close friend, Eva Garcia, left to contact.

After a short rest, I contacted her.