The Rain won't Last Forever

I was pregnant. My adoptive mother, in tears, lashed out at him with a fierce reprimand. Oliver, bruised and kneeling, promised he would take responsibility.

So he married me.

There was no engagement party, no wedding—just a marriage certificate.

I had betrayed Hudson and he had betrayed Luna. We were both wretched.

After the wedding, life settled into a dull routine. I ended things with Hudson and moved back to the Mortimer family home, living with my adoptive mother while I carried the baby.

Oliver hired a nanny to look after me and visited from time to time, but I had no clue what occupied him the rest of the time.

Until I saw in Luna’s social media posts that he was out shopping with her.

I thought this was the punishment I deserved for my greed, so I had no right to question him. I planned to give birth to the baby and then return Oliver to Luna.

They were the ones truly in love.

My health, never the best, made the pregnancy especially difficult. The baby’s position was unstable and I endured endless morning sickness and deep, unrelenting fatigue.

When I collapsed again at six months pregnant, it came with no warning.

This time, I awoke in a hospital.

Oliver was at my bedside, his face etched with a deep, haunting despair.

That was when I found out—the baby was gone.

My adoptive mother had a heart attack and also passed away.

I still can’t make sense of it.

Why did Hudson suddenly burst into my room while I was resting?

Why did he force himself on me, causing the miscarriage?

It was as if my adoptive mother was still there, calling me to get up as usual.

When I pushed open the door, I saw myself beneath Hudson, my legs surrounded by a pool of blood.

Her heart condition wasn’t good and this scene frightened her terribly; the onset of her symptoms was sudden and severe.

Oliver sat nearby, his eyes bloodshot.

“Emma, do you really like that man so much? Are you willing to sacrifice our child for him?”

I hurriedly tried to explain.

“No, I didn’t.”

But how was Hudson able to waltz into the house so easily?

How did he manage to dodge my adoptive mother and find the exact room where I was resting?

Why did he have those text messages I sent him about our date?

Every piece of evidence pointed straight to me—it was me who had betrayed them.

In the face of such damning proof, all my explanations felt utterly hollow and helpless.

He furiously tossed a divorce agreement at me, his fists clenched tight.

“I was outrageously wrong, costing my mother her life.”

“Emma, I’ll grant you your freedom. Just don’t ever show your face to me again.”

Jack drove me to a cemetery in the eastern suburbs.

It wasn’t as tranquil as the one I had initially wanted, but there were no other options at the moment.

To make matters worse, the weather was unforgiving.

Halfway through the drive, the sky opened up and rain began to pour.

I watched as Jack’s face grew ghostly pale, his hands shaking on the wheel.

It hit me—his father had died in a car accident during a downpour.

Jack must have a profound fear of storms; I could really empathize with that.

I suggested we pull over and find a nearby café to ride out the storm and kill some time.

Unfortunately, we bumped into Oliver and Luna once more. I glanced around and saw we were in a bridal shop.

“Congratulations!”

I genuinely congratulated Luna. Her face lit up with a wide, delighted smile.

“Thank you, Emma. Are you and your boyfriend here to look at wedding dresses, too?”

She emphasized the “too,” her clear eyes sweeping over Jack standing next to me.

Before I could respond, Oliver approached.

His gaze darkened as he looked at Jack’s hand resting on my waist, his tone sharp.

“I thought you were going to marry that guy. Didn’t expect you’d have moved on to someone else so quickly.”

I didn’t want to engage in the conversation.

Jack’s hand, still firmly resting on my waist, only tightened.

I looked up, waiting to hear what he would say.

“Yeah, we’ll invite Mr. Mortimer to celebrate at our wedding another time.”

I sighed at his childish need to spar and gave his sleeve a gentle tug.

“Alright, Jack.”

Oliver lowered his head, adjusting his glasses, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Sorry, but I’ve reserved this place exclusively for my wife’s fitting today. We can’t accommodate you. Please leave.”

Jack, seething, pointed a finger at Oliver.

“You!”

I placed a hand on Jack’s arm to calm him.

“Sorry, Mr. Mortimer. We just needed to get out of the rain.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow.

“What you want to do is none of my business, but I don’t want to see you in this store.”

“Not even for a minute.”

At that moment, a shop assistant stepped forward to intervene.

“I’m really sorry, but the store is closed to the public today. Please leave.”

As Jack prepared to argue further, I looked straight into Oliver’s eyes.

“Oliver, do you really dislike me this much?”

He responded with steely resolve.

“Yes.”

“If my mother hadn’t brought you back then, none of this tragedy would have happened.”

I forced a bitter smile.

“Even if what happened back then had nothing to do with me, even if I truly was—”

Oliver abruptly cut me off.

“Enough!”

His expression was strange, his hands hanging limply at his sides and he remained silent for a long moment.

“Emma, no matter what your reasons were for the past, the fact remains that my mother died because of you. I truly don’t want to see you again.”

“Not for even a minute.”

It hit me—I knew how much he hated me, knew he didn’t even want to look at me. Why would he want to hear my side of the story?

I nodded, my heart heavy.

“Okay, I understand.”

Anyway, he wouldn’t have to deal with this annoying presence much longer.

I reached out and nudged Jack’s side.

“Jack, let’s go.”

He looked at me with concern, his hand brushing my forehead. I was running a slight fever.

“But we don’t have an umbrella. You’ll get soaked.”

I managed a weak smile.

“It’s fine. It’s just a little rain. I’ll be okay.”

Rain in this season comes and goes unpredictably, never lasting too long.

“Let’s just sit in the car and wait for the rain to stop. We should have enough time.”

However, waiting in the car might not sit well with Jack.

But for now, it’s the only option we have.