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!”

our table. Only Ashton and Jared were there. I frowned as I asked,

dessert; she went to pick it out with

Jared. I looked at

and stood up, holding my hand. “They’re

walked towards the dessert area. It’s not that I don’t trust Kristina. It’s just that her character is unreliable. Summer’s very existence is a threat to her unborn

before seeing Summer. She was busy choosing

when I saw that she was safe. Then I noticed that Kristina was taking a photo of Summer on her phone. I frowned and strode forward, snatching the phone from her hands to

that is my daughter. You can’t take or distribute photos of her without my

adorable when she was choosing desserts, so I

Summer. Pulling Summer towards me,

extent of your concern. She’s not really yours though. And yet, you’re devoted to her. Don’t tell me the rumors are actually true? Is Mr. Fuller barren? And that’s why you’re treating someone else’s child

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

the rumors actually true? Ashton can’t have any children of his

and whispered this last bit into my ear. No one else around us would’ve

I slapped her without a hint of hesitation. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it was good enough