When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I began to pity her. She’d become a bundle of nerves over the appearance of this kid. I scoffed, “Biological relationships are such fascinating things. No one can predict how they’ll play out in the future, so here’s a piece of advice for you—just focus on the baby in your belly and live your life without worrying about every little thing.”

Jared obviously doesn’t love her at all. The only bargaining chip she has is her unborn baby.

I didn’t want to continue debating such meaningless topics with her, so I quickly entered the restroom.

Suddenly Stacey was calling me. I was reluctant to pick up the phone but decided to answer the call after some thought.

“Are you busy? Can we grab a bite together tomorrow?” She worked at Fuller Corporation, and I knew she was busy as she frequently commuted between K City and J City.

After some thought, I replied, “Tomorrow’s the weekend. I may need to bring Summer to the book store. I can’t confirm if I’ve any free time yet.”

“We can just grab a quick dinner. It won’t take long.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “I know you have some misgivings about me, but Scarlett, you need to hear me out. We always have to put ourselves first. Besides, she deserved it.”

Stacey’s accusation against Nancy on the filming set—whether intentional or not—wasn’t a big deal to me. But I do have the right to choose my own friends, and I’d rather spend my time with people who share my values.

“Alright, see you this weekend then.” Phone calls were devoid of visual cues and could often be misleading.

She answered, “See you!”

wasn’t at our table. Only Ashton and Jared were there. I frowned as

to pick a dessert; she went to pick it

on Jared. I looked at Ashton and said, “Summer’s a cheeky kid, and Ms. Ludwick’s pregnant. How can you let her follow

up, holding my hand. “They’re just in the restaurant.

trust Kristina. It’s just that

a whole round before seeing

a photo of Summer on her phone. I frowned and strode forward, snatching the

take or

adorable when she was choosing desserts, so I wanted to take some photos. I don’t have any ulterior motives. You can’t possibly think that of

and I will!” I replied coldly as I walked towards Summer. Pulling Summer towards me, I looked at Kristina. “For your

understand the extent of your concern. She’s not really yours though. And yet, you’re devoted to her.

My tone was simmering with anger as I replied, “If you don’t use your mouth for anything else, I’d suggest sewing

Ashton can’t have any children of

this last bit into my ear. No one else around

hand, I slapped her without a hint of hesitation. It wasn’t