chapter 2
On the way home in the car, after hesitating for a long time, I still took out my phone and called my mother, Harper Brown.
The international call was a bit unstable, so it took three tries before Harper answered.
I said, "Mom, it's me."
Harper on the other end clearly paused for a moment, her voice tinged with sobs.
She said, "How could you be so heartless? I only stopped you from being with that poor boy back then, and you haven't contacted me for so many years. You really broke my heart."
After I got together with Albert, my parents already didn't think highly of him.
After they investigated him, they were shocked to find out he had hidden the truth from me and that his family actually had hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt.
My father, Grayson Brown, immediately objected, saying that a man like him was very scheming and I was no match for him.
But at that time, I was blinded by love and, despite their objections, resolutely cut off all contact with my family.
To this day, Albert still thinks Im an orphan with no parents.
I stayed with him from scratch, step by step helping him pay off the debt.
Later, he became a respected CEO, and I became the burden he wanted to discard.
I said, "Mom, Im pregnant."
Hearing what I said, there was a loud crash from Harpers side, probably from falling to the ground.
After a long silence, Harper finally sighed.
She said, "Since you've decided, come back to Paris in three days. Just let me take care of you."
After hanging up the phone, I felt really upset.
I thought, "In this world, being a daughter to my parents is truly the easiest."
I thought, "Albert, since you don't cherish me, I'm leaving."
When I got home, the house was indeed still empty and cold.
Albert's last visit seemed to be half a month ago.
I gave a bitter smile, then put down what I was holding. Just as I was about to freshen up, I suddenly received a message from a friend: [Esme is so shameless, posting something like that on Instagram.]
Curiously, I opened Esme's Instagram, only to be hit directly by a photo.
In the photo, she was taking a selfie in the hotel mirror, almost topless.
And the man facing away from the camera was holding her tightly.
If they were a couple, it would at most be considered a little romance between lovers.
But through the scar on the man's shoulder, I recognized it was Albert, who was supposed to be working overtime.
Back when we were in the honeymoon phase, Albert had no money. Our only entertainment was hiking the free mountain next to the cheap rental house.
But once, I encountered falling rocks while hiking.
At the critical moment when the rock was about to hit my head, Albert forcefully pushed me away.
In the end, the rock hit him, leaving this scar.
At that time, I was so moved that I cried and secretly vowed to stay with Albert forever.
But I never expected a man's heart to change so quickly.
Through blurry tears, I saw the text Esme wrote: [I said this scar was ugly, and he said hed tattoo it with my name tomorrow.]
I suddenly laughed.
So, it turns out that what I called love was just me deceiving myself.