Chapter 5

My heart sank. I could only sit on the bed, groaning in pain, waiting for the agony to subside.

"Are you serious? You're still faking it?"

He sat up again, looking annoyed. But when he saw my cold sweat and my body trembling, his expression changed.

"What's wrong with you? Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital. This is my first kid, and I'm not risking bad luck by losing it!"

He bent over, and the jacket from his suit slid off the bed and fell to the floor. A stack of white papers spilled out.

The word "Contract" was clearly visible.

What contract? Alarm bells went off in my head. Along with Liam's startled cry, I quickly reached out and snatched them up.

The title boldly proclaimed: Contract for the Acquisition of a Fried Chicken Restaurant Chain.

Party A: Liam Smith. Party B: Tiffany Jones.

Liam snatched the contract from my hands, his face frantic, his words tumbling out incoherently.

"Chloe, I didn't mean to pretend to be poor. I was just testing if your love for me was true."

"I'll transfer the money to you right now."

"Your PayPal account has received $10,000."

Ten thousand? I scoffed, turning my face away.

To think that our marriage, which meant more than anything to me, was just a game in Liam's eyes. I was nothing but a fool!

Seeing I didn't react, Liam suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud and began to hit his head on the floor, begging.

Again and again, and soon his forehead was streaked with blood.

"I'm so sorry, Chloe. I'll give you my debit card right away."

He'd never cried in front of me before, but now tears streamed down his face, and he was sobbing like a child.

"Will you come with me for my prenatal checkup tomorrow?"

My father would definitely check the results of my checkup. He wouldn't be at ease if I went alone.

Liam's face clouded over again, and he scratched his head. "But tomorrow I have a very important company meeting."

Furious, I threw a pillow hard at him, and he just gave a silly laugh.

I lay down, ignoring him, trying to sleep, but he insisted on pressing close to me.

He plastered on that familiar, shamelessly eager-to-please expression, just like when we first got married.

Unfortunately, we could never go back.

Clutching my swollen belly, I walked alone down the corridor of the obstetrics and gynecology department. Everywhere I looked, there were couples.

From time to time, people would look at me and sigh.

"How pitiful, so far along in her pregnancy and alone at the hospital."

"Yeah, her husband is so irresponsible. He probably won't take care of her after the baby is born either."

Their whispers felt like daggers in my back, and I quickened my pace.

In the office, Dr. Davis, the head of obstetrics and gynecology, praised me while performing my ultrasound.

"The baby is very healthy."

Seeing me keep my head down and say nothing, he added:

"Your dad still cares about you. He knew you were coming today and specifically asked me to be here to look after you."

"Really?" My voice caught in my throat.

I had wronged my father, hurting him for a scumbag.

But I was also so confused. After all, the baby hadn't been born yet, and Liam had promised to change.

"By the way, what's your husband's name? Why isn't he here today?"

I gave an awkward laugh. "He has business at work. His name is Liam Smith."

Dr. Davis suddenly fell silent, unmoving, frowning in thought.

My heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong, Dr. Davis? Is there something wrong with the baby?"

"Oh! I just remembered, there was another pregnant woman whose husband had the same name earlier."

"That couple was so sweet. The husband even spent a fortune to book a luxury VIP suite at the hospital for his wife."

I froze, a dreadful premonition rising within me.

After asking for the room number, I politely but firmly refused Dr. Davis's offer to accompany me. I had to go alone.

By the time I reached the hospital room door, I could barely stand, steadying myself by gripping the doorknob.

What if it wasn't him? Maybe it was just a coincidence. There are so many people with the same name in the world.

I quietly pushed the door open a crack. The moment I saw the familiar figures inside, I collapsed to the floor.

There, intimately close on the hospital bed, were Liam and Tiffany.

Liam rushed over in a panic to help me up, but I violently shook off his hand.

"Get lost! You're disgusting!"

With that, I stumbled to my feet and ran toward the Dean's office. Tears streamed down my face.

By the time I saw my father, I was sobbing uncontrollably, throwing myself into his arms with overwhelming grief.

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I was wrong! I want a divorce!"