After My Miscarriage, I Got a Call from My Husband
chapter 1
"Violet, using menstrual blood to fake a miscarriage? You're disgusting."
On the other end of the line, Andrew mocked coldly, "I suggest you drop those petty schemes for attention. Tessa is pure-hearted. If you dare pull this again, we'll get a divorce."
He finished speaking and hung up harshly.
I opened my mouth but couldn't say a word.
A sharp pain struck my lower abdomen. I instinctively reached out, but touching my flat stomach, I couldn't stop the sting in my nose.
Three hours ago, there was a living little life here.
Because I refused to give the design I worked on for half a month to Tessa for the competition, Andrew ignored my cries and struggles and forced me, who has severe acrophobia, to go bungee jumping just to vent for Tessa.
After being rescued by the staff, my lower abdomen started to hurt, and blood had already soaked through my skirt.
But Andrew didnt even glance at me, carrying the fainted Tessa and walking away.
He killed my child with his own hands and completely destroyed my love for him.
After reviewing the final clause of the divorce agreement, I sent it to the lawyer.
Just as I was about to get up, my previously black screen phone lit up againit was a video call from Andrew.
With the intention of discussing divorce matters, I answered the call.
A five-years-younger Andrew appeared on the video screen, with a proposal flower wall behind him.
His eyes were red, and he choked up as he asked me, "Violet, today marks our 1825th day together. Will you marry me?"
Looking at my still-living parents in the video background, I felt a wave of dizziness and almost clenched my teeth in hatred.
Andrew deliberately targeted my pain.
To provoke me, he actually dug out the recordings from that time.
I said coldly, "Andrew, this joke isn't funny."
Andrew's face turned pale instantly, and he said lines that weren't in the recording. "What joke? Violet, didn't you promise me that if I got the company on track at 25, you'd marry me?"
As he spoke, he revealed the white rose-shaped tattoo on his wrist.
The sarcasm I was about to say got stuck in my throat.
A strange thought popped into my mind.
This might really be the 25-year-old Andrew who still loves me.
Because in the second year after our marriage, Andrew removed this tattoo and replaced it with a French phrase: "To my one and only in this life, Tessa."
*****
Five years ago, Andrew loved me madly.
He was a poor student sponsored by our family, hardworking and ambitious.
When he pursued me, he didn't know I was a rich girl.
After meeting each other's parents, he knelt before my mom and dad, thanking them for letting their daughter marry him and promising to make me the happiest woman after marriage.
This proposal was also because, during my studies abroad, I was surrounded by many peers from wealthy families.
Andrew was insanely jealous.
Right after closing a million-dollar deal at the company, he couldn't wait to propose to me over video.
At that time, I was abroad, crying in front of the camera as I said yes.
However, six months later, I graduated and returned home for the wedding.
A year later, Tessa appeared as a new designer at the onboarding presentation of Andrew's subsidiary.
Two years later, he argued with me for the 160th time because of her.
Three years later, he bought her a villa in the city center.
Four years later, Tessa accused me of giving her infertility drugs. Andrew didnt believe my explanation and, to retaliate, took a multimillion-dollar order from Locke Group. Locke Group went completely bankrupt, and my parents eventually jumped to their deaths.
Five years later, Andrew used money to elevate Tessa to become the hottest top designer in the country and personally backed her, accusing my portfolio of being a complete copy of Tessa's. Since then, I was blacklisted in the design industry.
And today, I lost my only child.
*****
Andrew's love is the most delicious poison I've ever tasted in my life.
Now my soul is already riddled with scars.
If I had another chance, I wouldn't want Andrew anymore.
"Don't stay silent, I'm really scared. Wait for me, I'll book a flight to find you right now." 25-year-old Andrew was frantic.
I just looked at him and smiled faintly.
I said, "Andrew, can you ask me one more time?"
Andrew burst into tears of joy. "Violet, today marks our 1825th day together. Will you marry me?"
In his expectant gaze, I raised the iPad towards the camera, showing hundreds of intimate photos of him at 30 with Tessa.
Then, I shook my head, my tone indifferent. "I don't want to."
"25-year-old Andrew, I am 30-year-old Violet. You may not want to believe it, but the truth is, I am planning to divorce 30-year-old you."
"Because you didn't keep the vows you made at our wedding. You let me down for another woman."
Hearing this, the light in 25-year-old Andrew's eyes gradually faded.