On Our Fifth Anniversary My Husband Begged Me Not to Leave Chapter 04

On Our Fifth Anniversary My Husband Begged Me Not to Leave Chapter 04

I clutched the test report. Pregnant. Three weeks. Those few short words pressed down on my chest like a boulder, making it impossible to breathe.

The truth is, I’d always wanted a child. Whenever I saw a family of three, I used to imagine—what would our child look like? More like him, or more like me? But Ethan’s work kept getting busier and busier, and the plan to start a family got pushed back again and again. And now—right after I handed over the divorce papers—this baby decided to arrive. What terrible timing.

Just then, the hospital room door swung open. Ethan walked in. He was holding the document folder I’d asked Maren to pass along, and his expression was dark.

Without warning, he tossed the folder onto my bed. He frowned and said, “I signed the documents for you. But buying a house is a private matter. Don’t bring it to the hospital in the future—what would Maren think if she saw this?”

I almost wanted to laugh. So he thought it was paperwork for the new house. He didn’t even glance at what he was signing. That’s actually for the best—it saves me an argument. I silently tucked the divorce papers into my bag. The stone that had been hanging over my heart finally dropped.

Seeing me stay silent, Ethan’s expression softened a little. “Get some rest. I still have work—I’m heading out.”

I looked at his calm, indifferent face and couldn’t help asking quietly, “Ethan, aren’t you the least bit curious why I’m lying in a hospital bed?”

Ethan blinked, then answered flatly, “Isn’t it just your low blood sugar? Same old problem. Once you’ve rested enough, go home. Don’t take up medical resources.”

I stared at him, and my heart felt like it was being brutally crushed in a fist. It ached so badly I could barely breathe.

I do have low blood sugar. In the past, his pockets were always filled with a few pieces of candy. Sometimes chocolate. Sometimes fruit drops. The moment I felt unwell, he’d pop one into my mouth. But at some point, I can’t even remember when, the candy disappeared from his pockets long ago. Last week, when I was doing his laundry, I found something else in the pocket of his white coat. A hair tie. Light blue. With a tiny rabbit charm dangling from it. I’d seen it before—in Maren Walsh’s hair.

At that memory, I felt so bone-deep weary. Too tired to even muster the strength to confront him. I looked at Ethan and opened my mouth, trying to figure out how to tell him about the baby.

But the door swung open again. “Dr. Hayes!” A young doctor rushed in, his face tight with urgency. “Bed 32’s condition is deteriorating. The family is hysterical—they’re threatening to attack Nurse Walsh. Please, you need to come now!”

Ethan’s expression shifted. Without a shred of hesitation, he turned and was gone. He didn’t look back. Not once. His mind and heart were filled entirely with Maren Walsh. I watched his anxious silhouette retreating rapidly down the hall. And the last tiny bit of attachment I still carried in my heart finally scattered completely.

After a long while, I lowered my head and gently touched my belly. It was flat. I couldn’t feel a thing. But I knew—there was a child in there. A child I had once desperately longed for. He just came too late. I closed my eyes. My mind was made up. I pressed the call button and summoned the duty nurse. Gripping the test report in my hand, I said slowly, “Help me schedule an abortion.”

The nurse froze. “What?” I stared out the window. The afternoon sunlight was clearly so warm, but I couldn’t feel even a trace of its heat. “Now. Immediately. As soon as possible.”