If You Don't Love Me, Go Away!

Although Elvis and I were engaged in a family marriage, we had known each other for a long time.

I got engaged to 25-year-old Elvis when I was 18 years old.

At that time, Elvis was completely handsome, in my heart.

I returned home after completing my studies at 26 and married Elvis, who was 33 years old.

We had been married for two years, but I had not been pregnant.

Everyone was anxious, including me.

Except Elvis.

He withstood all the pressure and held me, saying that it was enough to live with me.

His hair was still dripping with water when he came out.

"Jessica, remember to take the medicine. I will ask the doctor to prescribe it for you after you finish taking it. If you get pregnant, you won't have to suffer anymore."

I hid the pill in my palm and pretended to swallow it with a glass of water.

I started preparing for pregnancy after marriage, and these pills were brought back by Elvis from the hospital.

Presumably, he had been with the young girl before this, and this medicine was his promise to her.

I hadn't been able to get pregnant for a long time. The fertility medicine I've been taking was actually contraceptive!

Elvis saw that I obediently finished taking the medicine and came forward to hug me.

"I'm too tired from the business trip. Shall I sleep in another room tonight, okay?"

I nodded silently.

Elvis slept in another room if he came late after his business trip.

He said it was too tired after work and he was afraid that snoring at night would affect me.

Now it seemed that this was also a promise he made to her.

I'm so silly.

I loved Elvis for a whole decade from the age of 18 to 28!

I was not even worthy of having a child for him in his mind!

I lay alone in bed and cried.

The wedding photo on the bedside was still bright and new, but I was old.

There was a loud noise outside the door before I finished crying. Someone was banging on it frantically.

This was a high-end villa area, and outsiders could not enter, except for our parents who had registered at the security office, there was no one else.

By the time I got up, Elvis had already hurriedly gone out, without even putting on his coat.

Through the crack in the door, I saw a slender figure, a young girl.

Soon, there was a fierce argument outside, the girl wanted to break in, and Elvis wanted to drive her away.

When the door was about to close, I grabbed it.