The Wedding That Wasn't Mine

No More Babies

"Who approved your resignation without my permission?" Harold roared.

I replied calmly, "You did. It was the evening you were celebrating your marriage to Mrs. Lane."

Silence fell. Just as I was about to hang up, he said irritably, "I thought those were work documents for approval. I've canceled it. Come to work now, and I won't penalize you for being absent."

His so-called generosity was almost laughable.

As I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, I simply hung up to signal my refusal.

On the other end, Leila was weeping after hearing what happened. "Harold, Nina must still be mad at me. I'll apologize to her now."

Touched by her initiative, Harold replied, "I was way too lenient with her before. I'm so sorry you have to deal with this."

"As long as you love me, I'm not afraid of whatever Nina will do to me."

Her answer made his heart ache, and he soothed her gently. "Don't be scared. I'll be by your side."

…

At the entrance of the Lane family's hospital, I was about to leave when Leila blocked my path.

Upon noticing the simple outfit I wore and my exhaustion, she could not resist showing off the million-dollar bag Harold had bought for her.

"Thank you so much for making a scene at my wedding. Harold was afraid I'd be upset, so he bought me two mansions, millions in jewelry, and all kinds of luxury goods. He even gave me company shares."

Looking me up and down, she haughtily continued, "He never gave you any of that when you dated him, did he?"

I ignored her and reached for my car door. However, she responded by grabbing my arm while the smug grin on her face grew.

"Admit it, Nina. You're jealous of me! You're jealous that I stole your place and how I gained something in a few days, something you spent nine whole years failing to even get."

"If that's all you wish to say, Leila, then please move aside. My apologies, but I don't have the time."

I pulled my arm away so that I could leave, but that was when I heard her voice behind me, low and vicious. "Just die already, Nina!"

Caught off guard, I was pushed into the middle of the road.

A car speeding by crashed into me, causing me to fall to the ground. Blood began to flow from the top of my head while pain surged through my abdomen.

Harold, who had finally rushed over, found me lying in a puddle of my own blood. Frantic, he moved to help me.

However, he had only taken a few steps when Leila suddenly collapsed on the ground. With a hand on her abdomen, she feebly called out to him.

"Harold, my stomach hurts. Help me! Save our child…"

Once again, he turned away without hesitation and ran to Leila. He even dragged over the emergency doctors who had come to treat me. Threatening to fire them, he forced them to treat Leila first.

Terrified of him, they followed his orders and ignored my feeble calls for help as I lay in blood.

Leila was rolled into the hospital on a stretcher. With one command from Harold, every specialist in the hospital was looking over her.

An hour later, the primary doctor told Harold, "The baby looks fine for twelve weeks. The pain was probably caused by shock."

"Twelve weeks?"

Harold was stunned.

He had only gotten together with Leila two months ago. When she requested to get married two weeks ago, she said she was one month pregnant.

"How could she be twelve weeks pregnant? Is there an error in the tests?"

Unable to believe it, he questioned the doctor. In response, the doctor showed him Leila's latest medical report.

When he read the words twelve weeks written clearly on the report, he finally realized he had been played for a fool.

His hopes for a child were dashed. Suddenly, he recalled the baby in my womb.

In a fit of panic, he called me.

However, my phone had been crushed by the car that hit me. No matter how many times he called, he could not get through.

Just as he paced in confusion, his parents called and told him that my baby was gone.

His mind went blank.

Still holding the phone, he collapsed onto the floor.

Meanwhile, his phone buzzed with a new notification. 'You have been dismissed by Lane Co.'