Never to Be a Father

Cameron spoke gently into his phone. "Does your belly still hurt? Don't worry. I'll be there soon to keep you company. A miscarriage isn't a small thing. You need to rest well and take care of your body.

"I'll bring you some chicken soup later. Just wait for me!"

I was lying in bed resting when Cameron kicked open the door. He frowned and looked at me, asking, "Are you feeling better?"

I could tell that he definitely wasn't asking this out of concern for me.

"Thanks to you, I almost died in the hospital!" I snapped.

Cameron knit his brows together even more tightly. "What do you mean by that? It looks like you've almost recovered. Get up and boil some chicken soup!" he demanded.

I chuckled coldly. "For whom? You?"

A trace of guilt flashed across Cameron's face as he said, "Why do you care who it's for? Just make it if I tell you to!"

"Hah! You want me to make some soup for that bitch? Does she deserve it?" I sneered.

Although my words were harsh, my heart felt like it was bleeding out on the inside.

The man who was my husband on paper—the man who swore to love me the most—wanted me to cook some chicken soup to nourish another woman's body. But he had forgotten that I had just gotten out of the hospital.

I was also someone who went through an induced abortion. However, all his attention and affection were focused on Julie!

Cameron acted like he was forced to act because of my answer. He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a bank card.

It contained all the savings we had accumulated over the years of our marriage. But we had agreed that this money was meant for the baby.

"Since you're unwilling to help out, you can help out by giving money!" he exclaimed before leaving.

This was our joint marital property—why should it be spent on that woman?

With that thought in mind, I chased him to the hospital.

When I arrived, I saw Cameron hugging Julie and saying, "If you're not feeling well, just lie down and rest properly! What's so great about these flowers? If you like them, I'll buy a whole room full and put them in your hospital room, okay?"

I wanted to call out to him. "Ho… ney…"

But the rest of the words seemed stuck in my throat.

I couldn't say anything, and it felt like sand had gotten into my eyes—tears started to uncontrollably stream down my face.

He used his own body to cushion Julie, seemingly afraid that the hospital chair would be too hard and hurt his beloved Julie.

Although he hadn't rested well these days and had obvious dark circles under his eyes, his gaze was still bright, as if he was holding some precious treasure.

Cameron didn't even bother getting his own pair of shoes while at home, and he never washed the dishes after meals.

But in front of his first love, he was willing to be a human cushion.

"Cameron, if you're staying here with me, then what about your wife?" Julie asked.

Her question seemed to be asked casually, but I could tell that her gaze was deliberately directed toward me.

It seemed she had already noticed me early on.

"What does her life or death have to do with me? I just want to be with you and watch you recover!" Cameron replied dotingly.

"Is it really okay to give me that bank card? Are you not worried I'll take the money and run?" Julie shyly asked.

Cameron smiled indulgently. "Don't mention that card. Even if you wanted my life, I'd give it to you too!"

"Aren't you going to leave any funds for your wife? She has also just lost her child and needs rest as well."

"It's fine! I don't expect her to have something good come out of her womb anyway!" Cameron snorted.

Julie hugged Cameron and silently flashed a victorious smile in my direction.

I saw her lips form the words, "You lost!"

Only now did I realize that Julie never truly loved Cameron.

She just wanted to win—win over me.