When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Jared paused for a moment before replying, “Mm, you must’ve exerted yourself for the first two months. I’ll prescribe some medicine for you. Remember to take them and rest well.”

I mumbled in reply and sprawled on the table unhappily. “If I knew being pregnant is this exhausting, I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant in the first place!”

He chuckled. “What nonsense are you talking about? I’ll join you on your business trip in a few days. I can take care of you.”

Stunned, I asked shyly, “You’re coming along just for me? Or…”

“That’s not it. I have something on, too.”

“Okay. I’ll contact you then!” I replied, feeling reassured. Jared was a great friend—attentive and thorough.

After hanging up, I remained sprawling on the table, utterly drained out. I was two months pregnant by now.

I thought I’d get a divorce and leave J City after handing off my work. Alas, life was unexpected. What should I do now?

If Ashton liked our baby, I could stay. I’ve already endured Rebecca’s existence for two years. With my child, things couldn’t get any worse, right?

Compared to my child not having a father, my worries paled in comparison.

in J City would be flooded during the rainy season. The company was kind enough to let us

she was afraid of

bar because of the drug incident. She started throwing herself into cooking

thought it through, I stopped clinging to the hope that Ashton would drop by and visit

numb if I sat for too long. Jared gave me plenty of medicine and reminded

it finally cleared up. The sun started showing itself in J

Fuller Corporation had begun, and I was busy with HiTech. Macy, on the other hand, told

wrongly accused of possessing drugs. If Clinton hadn’t helped get her out of jail, she would

if we knew Rebecca was behind this, Ashton was

I could understand why Macy wanted to

stay at Glenwood Apartments. So, I returned to the villa. With Mrs.

work, I drove back to the villa. Coincidentally, I bumped into Rebecca at the entrance of

and flowy blue dress, looking like a Greek

couldn’t help but

a million pieces, releasing the anger and

should slow down by then, but instead, I floored the accelerator, heading