Seven Years of Love Gone Down the Drain

The door slammed shut with a loud bang echoing around.

I sank onto the sofa, feeling heavy with sorrow.

I had given my best years to Caelan, only to be seen as the villain who ruined his image and Selene.

Tears welled up and I couldn’t hold them back.

After wiping them away, I called a staff to change the door locks.

My unexpected miscarriage had taken a toll on my body. Fearing any lasting effects, I scheduled a check-up at the hospital.

The next morning, just as I was about to leave, my mother’s neighbor called.

The news had taken me aback. It was said that my mother had suffered a sudden heart attack and was now in the hospital. Trembling with shock, I rushed to be by her side.

Outside the emergency room, the neighbor explained that my mother had received a strange phone call early that morning.

Whatever was said infuriated her to the point where she dropped her basket and stormed out, arguing with the caller on the street.

My mother, a gentle and kind elementary school teacher, had never shown such anger.

The neighbors said they had never seen her so upset, shouting, "How could my daughter do such a thing? If you keep slandering her, I won't stand for it!”

At that moment, my heart was in turmoil. I stood frozen, staring at the red light above the operating room door, barely able to breathe. Everything felt confusing and unreal.

When the lights finally dimmed, the doctor emerged with a medical report in hand, instructing me to pay and transfer my mother to the inpatient department. Confusion clouded my thoughts; why was this necessary?

Despite my bewilderment, my hands trembled as I hurried to the payment counter, terrified that even a moment’s delay might prevent my mother from receiving the best care. I couldn’t bear the thought of that happening.

Just then, I crossed paths with Caelan and Selene once more. Both of them noticed me.

The hall was crowded, but I was the only one with messy hair, looking like I was about to lose my mind.

Caelan looked at my anxious state and immediately assumed I had come to the hospital to bug him, something that had never crossed my mind.

He instinctively shielded Selene behind him, frowning at me as if he were ready to play her knight in shining armor.

"Why are you here? Haven't you caused Selene enough discomfort?" He asked.

I was so focused on completing the formalities that I didn’t acknowledge him.

Selene peeked out from behind Caelan, her gaze arrogant as if daring me to challenge his authority.

"Thalia, have some dignity. Caelan doesn’t want you. Stop fighting it. You've already pushed me to the point of hospitalization; do you need to take my life to feel satisfied?" she challenged, her eyebrows raised, completely oblivious to the real reason I was there.

It was as if she feared I might steal my husband back from her, the mistress who had already shattered our lives.

Upon hearing that, Caelan nodded in agreement, backing Selene.

"Let's discuss this once Selene recovers and returns home. Anyone causing trouble here will only embarrass themselves!" he declared, still clueless about the situation.

I glanced at the crowded payment window and then at Caelan, who was blocking my path. It took all my effort to keep from letting my frustration show.

“Are you out of your mind? Are you the only one allowed in the hospital? Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you have the right to take over it like Caelan. Stop interfering with me!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the hall.

I pushed past them with force, desperately trying to move forward.

My sudden outburst startled Caelan. He turned around and grasped my arm tightly.

"Thalia, why are you causing such a scene now?" he asked, bewildered.

His words made it seem like I was the unreasonable one.

He frowned, studying my face with a puzzled expression.

“You know I’m not an irresponsible man,” Caelan said, his voice firm. “I can’t just abandon Selene and disregard her life and death. Can’t you wait? Once this situation is resolved in ten months, I promise I’ll answer you the best I can.”

I stood still, knowing his affection was all fake.

After loving him for seven years, I finally gave up, only to realize that he was nothing extraordinary.

I shook off his hand, saying, “No need. I hope to see you next time on the way to divorce.”

I pushed through the crowd, leaving Caelan’s bewildered and struggling gaze behind me. After a while, he made a phone call.

“Help me pick up some nutritional supplements. I’ll visit Thalia’s mother in two days.”