---- Chapter 2 In my eight months of pregnancy, Pete never cooked a single meal for me -| was always the one serving him, Yet as soon as Mary returned to the country, he was up early making her bird's nest soup. Not seeing me lower my head, Mary pouted dissatisfied, continuing her act of kindness in an affected voice, "Pete, don't worry about me. Hurry and comfort Angel - look how awful she looks. She must be feeling terrible after impulsively terminating the pregnancy..." Pete was already furious about the terminated pregnancy - how could he possibly comfort me? Sure enough, all traces of concer vanished from his face, replaced by pure venom, "Such a vicious woman, terminating the pregnancy without a word - | wouldn't feel sorry even if she died!" He was right - even my death couldn't earn his sympathy. He had clearly seen me fall among the crowd in the surveillance footage, yet he neither cared why | had terminated the pregnancy, nor worried about my condition, let alone thought to see the baby one last time "Would you like to see him?" Pete roared at me with reddened eyes, "During New Year's, you want me to look at a dead infant that you killed? Isnit that bad luck?" ---- I nodded at the empty air as the soul collector carried away the disappointed infant. Watching them leave, my gaze fell on Pete's neck. He nervously buttoned his collar to hide the telling love marks Yet Mary deliberately turned her diagnosis paper toward me, showing "Minor corpus luteum rupture." Their night must have been passionate indeed, to land them in the hospital on New Year's Day. At this thought, my stomach churned unexpectedly. Who knew a walking corpse could still feel nauseous! Seeing my worsening expression, Pete lifted me into the wheelchair like he was granting a favor, not missing the chance to mock, "You brought this on yourself!" "Marrying you was the worst luck of eight lifetimes, Just get discharged and go home - stop embarrassing me in public!" He forcefully processed my discharge papers. When the nurse tried to intervene on my behalf, Pete dismissed her carelessly, "Someone like her doesn't deserve to waste medical resources!" I's fine, please process my discharge." I didn't want to trouble the young nurse, and besides, maternity beds were scarce - a walking corpse like me had no need for one. ---- Pete had expected me to make a scene, and my docile compliance left him visibly unsettled. When he habitually opened the passenger door for me, | walked to the back seat instead. Pete frowned at me, confused, "Don't you get carsick?" Mary also tried to persuade me kindly, "Angel, Pete only wanted you discharged because home is better than any hospital, and staying here during New Year's would be so pitiful We can take care of you at home. He's harsh outside but soft inside, don't be angry with him... Pete's temper flared again. He slammed the back door shut, refusing to let me in, "How dare you be angry with me? Mary, don't waste words on such an ungrateful person! Let's go home!" He protectively helped Mary into the passenger seat and drove away. | indifferently called a taxi, When | arrived home, Pete was already in the kitchen making bird's nest soup for Mary. The man who always claimed gentlemen should stay away from the kitchen was now precisely timing how many minutes to cook and when to add the red dates. So he wasn't incapable of cooking as he claimed - he just never wanted to make the effort for me. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!