I Sent Him 89 Voice Messages He Sent 89 Transfers Chapter 04

I Sent Him 89 Voice Messages He Sent 89 Transfers Chapter 04

He hung up the phone abruptly, and a bitter laugh welled up inside me.

I knew it. I should have agreed to the amputation back then.

If I had gone through with the amputation, I would no longer be a nuisance to everyone.

I struggled to lift myself from the bed, clinging to its edge for support. That’s when I saw the dark red stain on the sheet.

I froze for a few seconds. Then silently swallowed double the painkillers.

I changed into clean clothes and took a taxi and headed for the officers’ quarters.

The Hawthorne family estate was full of laughter, as always.

Ivy Thornton sat next to the old Commander’s wife in her Chanel suit.

That seat should have been mine. The lady of the house.

When I walked in, she was peeling grapes for the old lady, making her beam.

Cole Hawthorne sat on a separate single sofa, reading military documents.

My entrance made the lively room go quiet for a second.

A maid dragged out a chair at the very end of the long dining table, and I bowed my head and took a seat.

The distance from me to the head of the table felt like an uncrossable chasm.

The women went back to talking about jewelry and handbags. No one looked at me again.

I hadn’t been sitting long before the dull ache in my leg bones started up again.

Like a hacksaw, back and forth, grinding my bones.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. My face went paler.

The old lady finally seemed to remember I existed.

She frowned, her voice full of disapproval.

“Maya, why isn’t your belly showing yet? It’s been four years.”

“The Hawthorne household will not support a daughter-in-law who cannot bear children.”

My face went even whiter. That baby I lost because my body was too weak.

His father never even believed he existed.

When I happily handed Cole my pregnancy test, his eyes were mocking. He said I faked it for money.

The day I miscarried, I called him crying. I made countless phone calls and sent numerous messages in despair.

What I got back were transfer after transfer.

And Ivy’s apologetic voice. “So sorry, sis. Cole was making me a cup of milk. He couldn’t pick up.”

I really lost it that time. I trashed the whole house.

Ripped up our marriage certificate. Screamed at Cole. Why.

Why ignore my messages. Why keep sending money.

He just laughed coldly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“What, not enough? Not enough for you to blow?”

I yanked at my hair until my scalp screamed with pain.

Tears soaked my face. My voice went hoarse.

“You hate me so much. Why won’t you divorce me?”

He just looked at me. Eyes full of mockery.

“Maya, Maya. You have fooled yourself for far too long.”

“Don’t fool yourself. All you wanted was to be a Commander’s wife, right?”

After that day, I stopped talking much.

“Mom, don’t worry.” Auntie smiled and glanced at Ivy.

“Why rely on her? Better count on Ivy. Look at her—built to have babies.”

Ivy blushed and lowered her head.

But Cole suddenly frowned and cut in.

“Don’t talk nonsense. I’ve always thought of Ivy as a sister.”

“I know, I know. A close female companion is still just a sister.”

Auntie covered her mouth and laughed. “I still have the love letter you wrote her when you were kids.”

“I was young back then. Didn’t know any better.” Cole’s voice sounded uncomfortable.

My stomach churned. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up suddenly and knocked a plate off the table.

Smash. The dish shattered on the floor.

Everyone looked at me with disgust.

“Sorry.” My voice trembled. I stumbled toward the door.

“Maya!” Cole chased me to the porch. His face was dark.

“You can’t even walk now? Are you putting on another show of feigning frailty?”

“If you’re really sick, go to the hospital. Who are you putting on a show for?”

I opened my mouth. I wanted to tell him.

In a few more days, you’ll be completely free.