We Will Never See Each Other Again

"Believe me, sometimes losing is also a kind of gain." Noah kissed my eyebrows tenderly, "How sad you are, I am ten thousand times sadder than you."

I clenched my fists and blinked hard, so that I could cover up my unstoppable hatred and prevent him from finding out. "How sad are you?"

Noah looked down at me as his eyes were swollen like walnuts. He looked like he had been crying for a long time. "I was extremely sad. The moment I knew that our son died, my world was dark. Fortunately, you are still here. Otherwise, I really couldn't live."

What a good actor. No wonder I didn't realize that he had always loved Airish Flo for so many years.

When I was just pregnant, Noah posted several moments in a row, saying excitedly that he was going to be a father. Later in my pregnancy, I had a poor appetite, so he learned to cook for me and cooked for me himself. However, who could have predicted that this was his long-term plan for that illegitimate child!

Noah went downstairs to the canteen to get food, but he left his spare phone behind.

The password he entered was not my birthday, but it was Airish's birthday. It was successfully unlocked. Pages of chat records made me dizzy.

[Noah, I’m sorry for what happened to Nadine.]

I was eight months pregnant and Noah was traveling back and forth at home. He was abroad on business trips and the days he spent with me were few and far between. I felt sorry for him that I only reported good news during the various hardships of prenatal checkups and pregnancy reactions. I tried my best not to make him worry about me.

Then I knew that the days he went abroad were spent accompanying Airish for her prenatal checkups and childbirth. The endless chat records contained every bit of him and Airish and he never missed every important day of pregnancy.

Noah applied pregnancy oil to her, learned to massage her swollen feet and even used his hands to pick out the dirt that constipation could not get out for her. Turning the page, Noah and Airish quarreled over the child's fate. In the end, Airish agreed to let me raise the child, but she still wanted to pursue her career abroad.

I closed my eyes. I remembered that after Airish and her identities were made public, she smiled with relief and said to me, "Sister, I never want to blame you for taking my parents away. I yearn for a wider world. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for Noah."

With that, she ran abroad and became a light chaser. My parents resented me for her departure and even attended my wedding ceremony in a hurry.

In the meantime, Noah killed my child for Airish, just to pave the way for her child. I really envied her. Everyone loved her, but not me. Since that's the case, I should probably leave.

I put down my phone with a dead heart as I sent a message to my boss. I promised him to get back to the Rivendell and develop his traditional herbs business.

"I'm worried about the hospital's food, so I cooked some for you. C’mon, open up your mouth and see if it suits your taste."

Noah fed me mouthful by mouthful and my tears uncontrollably fell into the bowl. He wiped my tears gently and teased me, "Oh baby, you’re really grateful that you have me as your husband, right?"

I lowered my eyes and said nothing. I wasn't moved, but I felt miserable. This kind of treatment was only available to me because Airish repeatedly asked him. I just benefited from her.

Seeing me like this, Noah hugged me in distressed, "Baby, are you thinking about the baby again?"

When he mentioned it, I broke down again and burst into tears. Noah was so anxious that he turned around and finally it seemed like a flash of inspiration, "Well, I heard that your sister also has a child abroad. I wonder if you know that he’s always been homeless. Why don't we bring him here and raise him as our own? We can tell the world that you gave birth to him. I’ll help you talk to your sister and you can save yourself from criticism."