From Now On, I Only Love You

My throat felt dry and painful when I woke up.

My hand instinctively went to my abdomen, which was now flat and empty. My child was gone.

My mom handed me a glass of water, her eyes red and tears brimming.

I drank it in one gulp and asked her, "Mom, where's Calvin?"

My mother's face was filled with anger, tears welled up in her eyes, "Wendy..."

She handed me the miscarriage report, saying, "You were bleeding too much when you came into the hospital. The baby is gone."

Her expression was a mixture of grief and fury.

I took the report and smiled bitterly, tears falling involuntarily.

I felt a deep connection to the child I had carried for five months. Before I died in my previous life, I could feel his struggle for life in my belly.

I was burned to death, so how could he survive?

Now, I had survived, but he died by his father's push.

It was unfortunate for him to have such a father.

Calvin had already made his choice between my baby and Victor.

My child, your father didn't deserve us.

My mother tried to comfort me, "Wendy, don't be sad. You and Calvin are young. You can have another child. Your health is the most important!"

My mother didn't know the truth and just hugged me and cried.

I asked, "Mom, where's Calvin? Is he..."

Did he die?

My mother hesitated before speaking, "Don't be mad."

Mad?

He had survived.

My mother continued, "Calvin is fine, he's just mildly burned. He rescued a mother and child."

It really made me angry that they didn't die.

It was as if fate was leaving them for me to deal with.

But my mother didn't know about it.

She held her phone tightly and didn't dare to look at me.

"Mom, are you hiding something from me?" I asked.

She shook her head frantically.

Just then, a video from the next bed patient's cell phone started playing.

My mother looked up and shouted, "Your phone is too loud. You're disturbing my daughter!"

The patient deliberately turned up the volume and sneered, "You deserved to have a miscarriage. It's your retribution."

My mom was afraid to tell me about the cyberbullying.

Knowing she couldn't hide it anymore, she handed me her phone.

The video showed a doctored conversation between Calvin and me. Calvin was mosaiced while my face was still clear.

I became a vicious woman who cheated on my husband and stopped him from heroically rescuing people.

The comments were scathing, and netizens were rallying against me.

The account that posted the video was a new account with no information available.

It must had been those two guys!

My mom asked if I had offended someone, but I didn't tell her the truth about my previous life.

I said, "Mom, I want to divorce Calvin. He pushed me to have a miscarriage, and he might abuse me and my child for sure."

My mother was furious, "How dare he? How could he hurt you and the baby to save someone else?"

I remained indifferent.

That patient didn't know the truth, but he continued to scold me, "You cheated on your husband. If your husband doesn't beat you, who will? Do you want to give birth to someone else's child?"

I seethed with anger.

I thought, "Is Calvin trying to use the public opinion stand to create trouble for me?"

Seeing that my mother was about to fight with the patient, I stopped her.

After sending my mother away, I walked to the burn department alone and happened to run into Olive nestling in Calvin's arms, crying.

I found a good angle, pushed open the door, and shouted, "What are you doing?"