When I Left Him, My Husband Begged Me to Come Back

Even my pregnancy had been an accident caused by Rafael’s drunkenness.

Standing amidst the scattered condoms, I sneered, “Miss Jenna, perhaps you should worry about whether your boyfriend can keep up with this frequency in the future.”

Her face instantly darkened.

When we returned to the dining table, Rafael was busy piling food onto Jenna’s plate. His tone was indulgent, “Jenna, eat more.”

Jenna pouted and teased, “Sir Rafael, you’re spoiling me! How can there be such a perfect boss like you?”

Then, she turned to me with a sweet smile, placing a large spoonful of crab roe into my bowl. “Thank you, Lily, for cooking today.”

I didn’t touch my food. Jenna’s expression twisted into one of grievances, and tears began to stream down her face. “Did I upset you, Lily? Why aren’t you eating?”

Rafael’s face darkened as he glared at me. Without warning, he slapped me hard across the face. “Lily, don’t be so ungrateful!”

Grabbing my head, he shoved the crab roe into my mouth before I could resist.

By the time he was done, red welts were already spreading across my skin.

Once, Rafael had promised me he’d always remember my severe allergy to crab roe and would never let me near it. Yet now, he was the one force-feeding it to me.

Jenna, who had been smirking a moment ago, suddenly feigned fear. “Sir Rafael, Lily looks terrible. Could she have some kind of... contagious disease?”

Rafael’s gaze filled with revulsion as he looked at me. Without warning, he dragged me to the door and threw me out. “Lily, you’re disgusting.”

Kicking me aside, he sneered, “Don’t you dare dirty Jenna’s house.”

I clung weakly to his pant leg, struggling to breathe. “Rafael, please... call an ambulance... I'm begging you.”

However, his response was the slam of the door.

Fortunately, a kind stranger found me and rushed me to the hospital.

When I went to the reception desk to collect my medication, I ran into Rafael and Jenna.

Rafael shot me a disdainful glance while Jenna, gloating, said, “I told Sir Rafael it was just a minor cut, but he insisted on bringing me here to get it treated. He was worried about an infection.”

Rafael’s voice was full of concern. “A minor cut? It was bleeding. How could I not worry?”

But when I had miscarried, he hadn’t cared at all about my pain.

Looking at me, Rafael said impatiently, “It’s just an allergic reaction. Do you really need to stay in the hospital this long?”

Luckily, he didn’t know I had already terminated the pregnancy. Otherwise, his actions would have been even more cruel.

As if granting me charity, he added, “Fine. I’ll take you to your prenatal checkup later.”

Without waiting for my response, he went to the counter to register, leaving me alone with Jenna.

She sneered, her tone dripping with malice. “Rafael is so good to you. But if he truly cared, he wouldn’t have watched fireworks with me or stayed at my place.”

“Lily, you can’t win against me. Rafael loves me now. You, with your sagging skin and stretch marks, are nothing more than an old, pregnant woman he’s sick of.”

“He even said your stretch marks are revolting. Every time he sees them, he feels disgusted.”

My mind went blank. I hadn’t realized Rafael thought that way. Those stretch marks—so repulsive to him—were the only traces our child had left in this world.

Jenna smirked at me, then slapped herself hard across the face twice. Tears welled up as she cried, “Lily, I swear I didn’t seduce Sir Rafael. Please don’t hit me anymore, okay?”

“I promise I’ll stay far away from him so I won’t upset you.”

Hearing her cries, Rafael rushed back. The moment he saw Jenna’s tear-streaked face, his heart ached as if it might shatter.

His eyes blazed with fury as he looked at me. Without hesitation, he kicked me in the stomach. “Lily, is this how you treat Jenna when I’m not around?”

“We’re just colleagues! Only people with filthy minds see filth everywhere!” Rafael thundered.

I knelt on the ground in pain, clutching my abdomen as a sharp, searing ache spread through me. I felt warm blood trickling down.

Rafael wasn’t satisfied with my suffering. He pressed his foot against my back, forcing me to the floor. “Lily, apologize to Jenna!”

Jenna shot me a smug look.

Seeing me in such a pitiful state only made Rafael act more ruthlessly. He stomped on my hand.

He knew. He knew how much my hands meant to me as a pianist.

In the early years of our relationship, Rafael used to carefully massage my hands with oil every day, saying, “Lily’s hands are destined to become those of a great pianist. I’ll take care of them for you.”

Now, looking at his foot crushing my hand, all I felt was bitter irony.

“Rafael, let me go,” I said, my voice trembling.

His foot pressed harder, and I heard the sickening crack of bones breaking. Still, I lowered my head, tears streaming down my face as I whispered to Jenna, “I’m sorry.”

Only then did Rafael remove his foot. “Let this be a lesson. If you dare bully Jenna again, you’ll regret it.”

As his figure disappeared into the distance, something inside me broke completely.

—

A few days later, I stood outside the airport, preparing to leave with my teacher.

Before boarding, I sent Rafael one last message.

[Rafael, I’m leaving. I wish you and Jenna a long and happy life together.]