99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

As I brushed past Joey, I caught a glimpse of the astonishment and anxiety in his eyes.

But what was he so astonished about?

Didn't he want to acknowledge our relationship?

I pushed my shopping cart forward, but I could feel his gaze following me.

Until Stacy's cry of pain came: "Joey, my stomach hurts a bit."

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital!"

In the next moment, I realized that gaze was gone.

I turned my head and saw that Joey and Stacy had disappeared, leaving only the abandoned shopping cart, just like me, ignored and left behind.

I gave a self-mocking smile and pushed my cart to check out, then carried the two heavy bags into the night and hailed a taxi.

When I got home, I prepared three dishes and a soup and put them on the table.

Maybe eating alone was too lonely, because I lost my appetite after just a few bites. I felt cold and hot all over, as if I had a cold.

I put down my chopsticks and went to my room to sleep.

Half-asleep, Joey came back.

His cold, dry hand touched my forehead: "Why do you have a fever?"noveldrama

His gentle and affectionate voice made me dazed for a moment, and I instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

"You're back. Weren't you supposed to be with Stacy at the hospital?"

Joey took out antipyretics from the medicine box in the bedroom and poured me a glass of warm water, feeding it to my lips: "I just sent her over. I wasn't accompanying her."

"Be a good girl and take the medicine, and you won't feel so bad."

Perhaps influenced by his care and pampering, I rarely showed weakness: "No, I don't want to take the medicine."

I was pregnant and couldn't take medicine casually.

I instinctively touched my stomach, thinking that if Joey asked me why I didn't

want to take it, I was about to confess to him that we already had a little baby on the way.

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I don't know if it was because he ignored me on purpose or for some other

reason.

But Joey just turned cold, pulled his hand out of mine, and placed the medicine on the bedside table. "As a doctor, you should understand better than anyone what it means to refuse medical treatment."

In just one sentence, he shattered the little hope I had left.

I really wanted to ask Joey if he was this indifferent to Stacy too.

But in the end, I just gave a bitter smile and said, "Joey, I don't need you to teach me how to be a doctor."

I had always been gentle and never talked back to Joey like this before.

Joey stood there for a long time, then seemed to come to his senses: "Are you upset that I didn't accompany you to dinner today?"

My throat was blocked, and the words were still in

my

throat.

Joey's phone rang.

He picked it up and glanced at it before leaving the bedroom to answer the call.

The only person who could make him answer like that was Stacy.

But if he couldn't let go of Stacy, why did he have to be so attentive to her? pregnant

At that moment, Joey came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, asking me, "Can't pregnant women take cold medicine casually? What can be done to relieve a cold and fever?"

My heart skipped a beat, thinking he had discovered my pregnancy and was hesitating about how to bring it up.

But I heard Joey say, "Stacy has a cold and is vomiting badly. I came to ask for your opinion."

My head throbbed even more painfully, and the words stuck in my throat like a fishbone.

Seeing that I wasn't speaking, Joey sat down by the bed and started searching on Baidu.

[What to do if morning sickness is severe?]

After finding the information, he forwarded the post to someone named Stacy, with an extra note of care: "Pregnant women can't take medicine casually. I can't leave here, so be careful yourself."

He said he couldn't leave, but after giving me a pill, he didn't do anything else.

He said he couldn't leave, but he kept glancing down at his phone to see if there were any new messages from Stacy.

His indecision wasn't silent.

I didn't want to see anymore and closed my eyes to rest.

I was so tired, not just physically drained but feeling like my heart had fallen into

an abyss.

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When I woke up again, I looked at the dim light outside and felt a bit dazed.

There was only that cold medicine by my pillow; Joey was gone.

I glanced at my phone.

At five in the morning, Stacy had posted a status update: [When I need you the most, you're always by my side.]

In the photo, Stacy was leaning against Joey's shoulder, getting an IV at the

hospital, her eyes shining with happiness and pride.

I looked around the room, feeling lonely and isolated, the complete opposite of Stacy.

My eyes welled up with tears again.

If he couldn't let go of Stacy, then why did Joey even marry me?

Was it just to prove that he could divide his time and love between two people?

I closed my aching eyes, not wanting to see anymore.

At that moment, I received a text from the hospital, asking if I was available for an abortion procedure the next day.

My heart tightened abruptly. In order not to affect work, I directly asked for two days off from the hospital.

Then, with trembling hands, I replied, "Yes."

After replying, I scheduled an appointment at the Court to get the divorce

certificate and booked a flight on Google Flights.

The destination was Paris.

The date was the day after I received the divorce certificate.