Mr. Right, Our Love Has Withered

I quickly wiped away my tears and called Pierre.

It took a long time for the call to be answered. I choked up and said, "Pierre, where have you been? Our child is gone."

After saying that, tears slid down my face.

In no time, someone spoke up on the other end of the phone and it was a strong female voice.

"Gone? It's good that it's gone. You're planning to get married because of you're pregnant, but now the child is gone, that's just perfect!" Her voice was filled with joy.

I froze in place. This voice was Eleanor.

I sorted out my emotions and politely said, "Auntie, please give the phone to Pierre and I'll talk to him."

However, she said, "My son is getting engaged to Clara, so he doesn't have time to care about your trivial matters. He is toasting now. Do you want to attend the engagement party?"

There was even Pierre's voice on the other end of the phone saying, "Please enjoy the food and drinks."

I thought of what the girl said before. "Your husband will try his best to come over."

I was still thinking about him. What could be more important than my car accident?

But now I got the answer.

My brain went blank and the string in my mind suddenly snapped.

I casually hung up the phone and calmly said to the nurse, "I'll take care of it."

Hearing this, the nurse looked at me with compassionate eyes and said, "Then give me your phone. You can pay the bill in our mini app. I'll help you with the process."

This was the second sympathetic gaze I received after I woke up. In their eyes, I seemed very pitiful.

After she left, I quickly checked my social media on my phone.

As expected, Clara posted a photo of herself with Pierre and a caption that said she was engaged to the person she grew up with since childhood.

My fingers trembled slightly and the pain after the anesthesia came back, but I lost consciousness because of this photo and caption.

I learned about Clara from Eleanor. In her words, she was a PhD who returned from overseas. She was an excellent and independent girl.

Whenever talking about her, Eleanor would insult me and say that Clara was not a cheap girl like me, who only knew how to use Pierre's money every day.

After saying that, Eleanor glared at me. But instead of refuting his mother's words, Pierre showed a doting smile when his mother mentioned Clara.

"This girl has always liked to be with me since she was child. I told her that boy and girl should not be intimate with each other, but she doesn't look like a young girl at all. Now she has grown into a mature girl."

Later on, Clara often appeared in Pierre's and my life and became the third person between us.

When Clara was sick, he was taking care of her. When there was a power outage at Clara's house, he was accompanying her. In order to reassure me, Pierre even asked me to go with her, but I refused. So I thought it was just a sister's dependence on her brother.

However, I did not expect Pierre to tell me that she confessed her feelings to him. He asked me how to reject her without hurting her feelings. He did not want her to be hurt.

I was stunned. I should have thought of it earlier. They were childhood sweethearts, so it was normal for Clara to have such thoughts.

I told him to reject her directly without leaving any mercy on her, so that she would give up on him.

Unfortunately, I doubted Clara's character in my heart. Pierre already had a girlfriend, but she still wanted to confess her feelings to him. Her thoughts were almost written on her face.

Later, after he rejected her, Clara disappeared from our life for a short time, but I could clearly see the man's restlessness.

He was often lost in thought while having meals with me, then while flipping through photos in albums from time to time and in some cases letting out a faint sigh.

I thought Clara would stop bothering us, but not long after, Pierre was in a good and bright mood again.