My Husband's Lover Is the One Who Bullied Me

"Mrs. Larson, wake up."

The nurse's voice called to me, pulling me from the haze. I slowly opened my eyes.

"The surgery was successful, but the anesthesia hasn't fully worn off yet. You need to stay awake. Let us know if you feel any discomfort."

She hooked up a new IV drip, noted down my condition, and then quietly left the room.

I stared at the pristine white walls of the hospital room, my hand instinctively moving to my now-flat stomach.

There was no longer any life stirring there.

In the afternoon, after my IV drip had finished, the nurse told me to go to the hall to collect my medication.

As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I saw a familiar figure.

Bernard was coming down the escalator, his arm wrapped around Annika. They were laughing together, looking so content.

"I told you I'm fine, but you insisted on coming early. You're just making things harder for yourself," Annika teased, wiping the sweat from Bernard's forehead with a tender gesture.

"Look at you, flying all the way there in the middle of the night, and now rushing back here with me. Aren't you tired?"

"How could I be tired when it's for you? Your health is the most important thing to me."

Bernard's hand gripped Annika's tightly, their gazes locking with a tenderness that cut deep.

I clutched the prescription slip in my hand, watching them. My heart felt like it was being torn apart over and over again, the pain so intense that I had grown numb to it.

"Isn't that Joy?"

Annika stepped off the elevator. The moment I saw her, I instinctively wanted to hide.

"What are you doing here?"

Bernard's brow furrowed as he walked swiftly toward me.

"Aren't you supposed to be at home resting? What are you doing at the hospital? Are you following me?"

Annika came over as well, and I instinctively lowered my head.

"I told you, I'm sick," I whispered.

"Joy, what's wrong? I heard you're pregnant. You need to take better care of yourself!"

Annika reached out to pat my shoulder, but I flinched away, panic rushing through me.

"Don't touch me."

Annika jumped back, startled, and then looked at Bernard with an expression of hurt.

"Bernard, I was just trying to be kind to Joy. I didn't expect her to react like that."

Bernard immediately shielded her, glaring at me.

"Joy, what's gotten into you?"

Tears blurred my vision as I looked up, fixing my gaze on Bernard. "Why are you with her? You know what she did to me. Why did you choose her?"

A flicker of impatience crossed Bernard's face.

"High school was a long time ago. It's normal that kids fool around. Why are you still holding onto that? You're being so petty."

Annika clung to Bernard's sleeve, wearing an innocent expression.

"Bernard, I was just joking with Joy back then. I didn't know it would affect her so much. If it bothers her, I'll apologize."

She stepped forward, preparing to bow in apology.

Bernard quickly grabbed her hand.

"You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, so why should you say sorry?"

Then he turned back to me.

"Joy, why have you become so bitter? Annika hasn't been feeling well, and now you're making a scene just to upset her?"

I clenched my fists, staring at the man I once loved so deeply.

He was telling me that the person who hurt me had done nothing wrong.

"She's bleeding."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted. I looked down to see a large stain of blood soaking through my pants.

Bernard's face twisted in disgust.

"How can you still be so embarrassed, just like in high school? You didn't even prepare for your period?"

Then, as if realizing something, he turned pale and looked at me in horror.

"Aren't you pregnant? Why are you bleeding?"