I Stabbed My Womb To Cut The Last Tie Binding Me To Him Chapter 07

I Stabbed My Womb To Cut The Last Tie Binding Me To Him Chapter 07

I had a long dream. 

In the dream. 

I seemed to return to my childhood. 

As a little girl, I was in my father’s arms, acting spoiled. 

“I want that princess dress.” 

“I really, really want it.” 

The dress was expensive. 

Thousands of dollars. 

But little Sage wanted it, so she kissed her father’s 

cheek, and he laughed. 

“Whatever our little princess wants.” 

“Daddy will buy it.” 

“Okay?” 

“Yay!” 

My mother stood by, with a happy, mock–complaint. 

“Go ahead, spoil her.” 

“When she gets married, you’ll be the one crying.” 

The dream shifted to my teenage years. I saw a silent, 

hardworking Caleb Vance. I saw him working in the 

cafeteria, at a coffee shop, handing out flyers on the 

street. 

The teenage Sage asked a classmate curiously. 

“Why is Caleb always working?” 

Sage was confused. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be focusing on school?” 

“Doesn’t he worry about his grades if he’s working that 

much?” 

The classmate laughed and patted Sage’s head. 

“Princess.” 

“Not everyone is a pampered little girl like you.” 

“Caleb is on a full scholarship.” 

“His dad is gone. It’s just him, his grandmother, and 

his mom. I heard his grandmother is sick, and they’re 

scraping by on his mom’s odd jobs and what he makes 

working part–time.” 

The classmate’s words were light. 

But they were a seed planted in Sage’s heart. She 

watched Caleb working hard in the rain. 

For the first time, she understood. 

Life could be so raw and vital. 

She remembered him. 

She paid a friend to hire him as a tutor. 

She funded class dinners so there would be plenty of 

food for everyone. 

She secretly watched the smiles grow on his face, the 

ease in his eyes, and her whole world turned pink. 

Later. 

She graduated from college. 

A graduation trip. 

To Aspen. 

She actually ran into Caleb there. 

She was being mugged, and he saved her. 

He appeared out of nowhere like a superhero, just like 

her father, at her most vulnerable moment. He looked 

at her and smiled gently. 

“Hey.” 

“Are you okay?” 

Later. 

It was natural that we ended up together. Natural that I 

brought him home to meet my parents and told them I wanted to spend my life with him. 

Caleb looked at me lying in the hospital bed. I was 

gaunt, my face half–covered by an oxygen mask. Tears 

fell from his eyes. 

He remembered. 

When he first came to the Sterling estate. The house 

was grand; even the staff seemed wealthier than he was. Even my dog’s outfit cost more than he could save 

in six months. 

He had been intimidated. 

When my father questioned his background, he had 

answered carefully. When he proposed marriage, my 

father had simply looked down on him. 

“I only have one daughter.” 

“What I mean is,” my father said, “my daughter stays 

a Sterling.” 

“So,” my father looked at him not as a son–in–law, but 

as an ant, “you either break up with her.” 

“Or.” 

“You sign the prenup and take our name.” 

Caleb felt a surge of resentment; his pride was 

wounded. 

But I stood up. 

“Dad!” 

“You can’t treat the person I love like this!” 

My voice was firm, every word hitting Caleb’s heart. 

“For the rest of my life.” 

“It’s Caleb Vance or no one. 

He had just looked at me, at my back, and thought I was radiant. He felt a warmth in his chest that he couldn’t contain. He told my father firmly: 

“I am going to marry Sage.”