The Biggest Regret Is that You don't Love Me Anymore

After sending Gerry away, I resigned from my position. With my reputation ruined, staying on would only be embarrassing. The director made a half-hearted attempt to persuade me to stay but ultimately agreed.

As I walked out of the office, I dialed my parents, “Dad, I miss you and Mom. I want to go abroad.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, then my dad's voice filled with excitement, “Finally, my daughter decided to go abroad! How long are you planning to stay this time?”

I took a deep breath and told him, “I’m not coming back.”

“Great! The family should be together! I’ll book your ticket right away. When do you want to leave?”

“The sooner, the better.” I replied.

After hanging up, I ran into Gerry, who frowned and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Just getting away for a while.”

His lips tightened into a thin line as he condescendingly said, “With everyone against you now, where do you think you can go to relax? Why not just stay home and take care of Larissa during her recovery? It’s the least you can do to make amends.”

I was stunned. How could he say something so shamelessly? Under the guise of concern, he was really just trying to humiliate me and make me give up. He knew everyone was against me, yet he didn’t feel the slightest guilt.

I chuckled bitterly and coldly declined, “I wouldn’t dare get too close to your beloved again. If anything happens, I won’t be able to handle so much blame.”

My indifferent tone made Gerry's face darken. “Selena, how am I supposed to explain this to your parents?”

He really wouldn’t be able to explain to them. If my parents knew he had gotten me pregnant and refused to take responsibility, teamed up with Larissa to frame me, got me canceled online and cost me my job… Knowing my dad’s temper, he’d probably be on the next flight back to beat Gerry up.

“Then you better make sure they never find out,” I said, turning to leave.

Gerry grabbed my arm, “Let’s put an end to this. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“No need, I already called for a taxi.”

But when the cab driver saw me, he rolled up the window and drove off. I waved down a few more cars, but it was the same reaction every time. They cursed at me, calling me unethical. I ignored them, determined to go to the police station and report the incident.

***

As I reached the station, Gerry rushed out to stop me, “Selena, what are you up to now?”

I glanced at Larissa in the passenger seat, looking a bit flustered and asked him, “I’m just filing a report. Why are you so nervous?”

This made Larissa uneasy. She got out of the car, weak and teary-eyed and came over to me.

“Selena, why are you making a scene? Why did you call the police for no reason? People can say what they want; the police can’t control everything, right?”

I didn’t want to waste words with her and went straight in to file my report.

When Gerry heard that I had been assaulted by a patient’s family, he looked incredulous. "You were beaten? How come I didn't know? Selena, it is illegal for you to report a false alarm!"

But when I presented the evidence, Larissa visibly relaxed.

"Selena, I advise you to forget it. If the patient's family pursues you for medical malpractice, you may lose your job!"

Thanked to her, I’d already lost my job. Her gloating was barely concealed.

Gerry, however, stared at the missed call on his phone, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. For a brief moment, I thought I saw guilt and panic in his expression.

I scoffed at myself, thinking I must have imagined it. He wasn’t the Gerry who used to be there for me, always coming to my aid. So, it made sense that when I was nearly beaten to a miscarriage, he had ignored me.

The police filed a case and began to investigate.

I went home alone to pack my luggage.

Dad had bought me a flight for three days later and I quickly listed my apartment with an agent.

When Gerry noticed strangers coming and going from my home, he angrily blocked the door:

“What are you all doing here?” His tone was hostile, as if ready to defend me from any perceived threat.

I pushed him aside and let the people in. He stood at the door with his arms crossed, like a guard.

When the potential buyers left, he slammed the door shut and asked in disbelief, “All I did was enforce some principles, give you a light punishment and now you’re selling your place and leaving me? Is that really necessary?”

At that moment, my phone rang.

After answering a call from the police, I returned to find Gerry holding the miscarriage paperwork I had left by the door.

His voice was cold, “Selena! When did you get a boyfriend? You’re pregnant already?”