Chapter 6

I let out a bitter laugh.

Caleb, you might as well have just told me it was because Chloe was back.

So you didn't want me anymore.

But for the sake of the child in my belly, you had to keep me.

I was settled in a separate building within the Blackwood estate.

The servants took excellent care of me.

They said it was at the instruction of the old matriarch of the family.

The servants constantly praised the old lady's kindness in front of me.

But I hadn't even met her myself.

Caleb also stayed with me there every day.

As my belly grew larger, Caleb's visits became less frequent.

News about him, however, grew more abundant.

I heard he had begun to take over the family business.

The internet was flooded with praise for him.

They said his methods and vision were even more decisive and ruthless than his father's.

In a short period, he had significantly expanded the Blackwood empire.

This had always been Caleb's dream; he said he wanted to replace his father.

He wanted absolute authority within the Blackwood family.

Only then could we be together without obstacles.

If it weren't for the accompanying news of him and Chloe being seen together everywhere,

I would have truly wanted to congratulate Caleb on getting everything he wished for.

But indeed, he had achieved his desires.

Only I, and the child in my womb, were the blemishes on his perfect life.

Chloe visited me a few times. She didn't lash out with harsh words.

She just calmly recounted stories of her and Caleb.

Her words, in and out, were hints for me to be sensible, to leave quickly after giving birth.

Of course, I wasn't someone who could be easily persuaded.

I had once promised Caleb that no matter what happened between us,

Unless he personally told me to leave, the word 'breakup' would never be uttered between us.

Chloe left, seething with anger, every time.

And finally, my due date arrived.

But I never, ever imagined.

That a cheesy plot twist from a TV show would happen to me.

When the doctor looked at me with an apologetic expression, my vision blurred.

"The baby is fine, but..."

Only after convincing the doctor to keep quiet did I allow myself to pass out.

As long as the baby was safe, what did it matter if I had an incurable disease?

But if I wasn't going to live much longer...