Your Love, Under the Fading Night

“Gregory, I need to see Theresa!”

Gregory looked at me as if he’d never met me before and shouted, “Who’s this beggar? Security! Throw him out! He’s probably a thief trying to sneak in. I don’t know this man.”

The guards immediately changed their tone and grabbed me roughly.

At that moment, Theresa walked by. She saw everything, but she turned her head away, pretending not to know me.

Watching her walk away, my heart went completely cold. The guards threw me out of the building.

I waited outside for hours, through the cold and wind, until the sky turned dark. Finally, Theresa and Gregory came out together.

Seeing me still there, Theresa frowned. “Why are you still here? Why did you cause trouble at my company today?”

Meeting my cold stare, she spoke again, as if explaining something reasonable.

“I only gave Greg a job as my assistant because I felt sorry for him. He needs to support his son.”

“But you—dressed like that—if people know you’re my husband, what will they think?”

“Greg only asked the guards to remove you so my reputation wouldn’t suffer. Don’t be angry at him.”

At that point, I didn’t care about their lies anymore. I only cared about one thing: Anne.

“Anne has a fever. It’s getting worse. She needs to be hospitalized.”

Theresa froze for a second. “Where is she? I’ll call the hospital.”

She took out her phone, but Gregory stopped her.

“Reesa, kids get fevers all the time. Why waste money going to the hospital? You work so hard. Don’t throw money away.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Gregory, who jokes about a sick child?”

“Enough!” Theresa snapped. “Greg’s right. You always exaggerate.”

She pulled out one hundred dollars and threw it at me. “Buy some medicine from a pharmacy. You and Anne are still being punished. Don’t try to use this as an excuse to get money.”

Without another word, she turned away, got in the car with Gregory and drove off.

But one hundred dollars wasn’t even enough for registration and medicine.

That night, Anne’s fever got worse. Her body was burning hot and she was drifting in and out of consciousness.

I carried her to the hospital and used the last of my money for a basic checkup.

The doctor warned, “If she’s not admitted immediately, it could be dangerous.”

Desperate, I sat outside the hospital, calling Theresa over and over again, but every call was rejected.

After nearly a hundred tries, I finally realized… she had blocked my number.

I broke down on the sidewalk, holding Anne tightly, begging her not to fall asleep.

Then, from the hospital TV, a news report came on:

[The director of the Bloom Group has rented out the entire Disney resort for a mystery woman and child, It's a loving family outing!]

People nearby commented with envy, “That must be Lady Bloom with her husband and child. They look so happy.”

I stared blankly at the screen, feeling something die completely inside me.

When all hope was gone, my old teacher finally saw my message and rushed back from out of town. He paid the hospital fees for us.

That night, Anne was saved.

When I returned home, I packed our things, left the signed divorce papers on the coffee table and took Anne away from that house. Forever.

Theresa, from today on, there will be no place for you in our world.