I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 02

I Understand His Regret, So I Replaced Him Too Chapter 02

The elevator reached the parking garage. I fished out my keys and was looking for my car when I heard a soft voice.

“Sully, I think I left the prenatal checkup papers in the car.”

I stopped and turned my head.

A few feet away, the door of a black Rolls-Royce was open. Sullivan bent over, pulling out a small tote bag from the backseat.

The woman beside him wore a soft, flowing long dress, her expression gentle and demure.

A faint baby bump was just starting to show.

They didn’t see me.

She looped her arm through his, and they exchanged a soft look and a quiet laugh, wrapped up in each other like no one else was in the garage.

I remembered the year I miscarried. I think I was about her age then.

Our business was just getting off the ground. Neither of us had the energy or the money to keep a baby.

But we still loved each other deeply back then.

The thought of terminating the pregnancy felt unbearable. We couldn’t bear to let this baby go.

But we didn’t have to agonize over the choice for long.

Before we could make up our minds, I lost it.

Sullivan held me all night. His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice hoarse when the sun came up.

“Elara. Give me more time.”

“When the next one comes, I swear that kid will be the happiest kid in the world.”

I gripped the hem of his shirt so tight my knuckles whitened. I didn’t dare cry out loud, knowing he was hurting just as badly as I was.

I lost my child at my 24.

Sullivan was smarter than me. He knew how to fix his regrets.

Look. My replacement. She got pregnant with his child at twenty-four.

I got in the car. My hands were shaking as I reached for a cigarette.

But instead, I just covered my eyes and laughed. A hollow sound. Then the tears came.

I’d long since accepted that Sullivan’s feelings had shifted, that he didn’t love me anymore.

I didn’t expect anything from him anymore.

So I wasn’t sure why I was crying.