Chapter 3
“If you weren’t jealous, why did you and your mother conspire to terminate Kinsley’s baby last
time?”
“You were even cruel enough to have her fallopian tubes removed, making it impossible for her to conceive naturally, forcing her to go through IVF to become a mother.”
“You say you want a divorce, but how do I know you’re serious? What if you change your mind?”
I sobbed as I tried to explain: “That’s not true! My mother and I never harmed her.”
“She couldn’t carry the baby herself, and my mother only did what any doctor would have done in
that situation.”
Mason’s face twisted with disgust as he scoffed and yanked his hand away from mine.
“Don’t blame me for this, Aria. I’m just terrified of losing another child to you and your wicked
mother.”
“I’m only having the doctor remove your fallopian tubes. You won’t be able to become a mother, but you can still be called ‘mom‘ by my and Kinsley’s children.”
“How ironic that you and your mother schemed to have Kinsley’s fallopian tubes removed, but now that it’s your turn, you’re being so dramatic?”
“It’s just a simple procedure, not like I’m asking for your life.”
Hearing what he said, my heart suddenly turned ice–cold.
Were my mother and I really the wicked, dramatic villains in his story?
Years ago, Kinsley crashed my birthday party, threw her pregnancy test results in my face, and announced she was carrying Mason’s baby. When Grandpa Reed found out, he was so furious he wanted to beat Mason senseless–but I was the one who stood in front crying and begging for mercy
on Mason’s behalf.
So who was being dramatic then?
Later, during one of Kinsley’s prenatal check–ups, my mother–a gynecologist–diagnosed an ectopic
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pregnancy. During emergency surgery, she discovered Kinsley’s fallopian tube had severe abnormalities and had to remove it to prevent more serious complications later.
But unexpectedly, after recovery, Kinsley turned around and accused my mother of deliberately removing her fallopian tube, then spent a fortune on IVF treatments.
So who was truly wicked?
A cold indifference washed over me. At this point, what was I even hoping for?
I released his hand and lay numbly on the hospital bed, waiting for the doctors to wheel me into surgery.
But then the doctor returned with my pre–surgery test results and said: “You’re pregnant.”
For a moment, Mason looked at me with disbelief in his eyes.
There might have been a flicker of hesitation as he crouched down and stroked my hair, but he still said: “Aria, you know how much Kinsley suffered to conceive this baby, all the pain she went through.”
“I need to give her my complete commitment to provide her with enough security.”
“We’ll have to terminate your pregnancy. Be reasonable.”
Though I’d expected him to say exactly that, tears still spilled from my eyes.
I placed my hand on my stomach and looked directly into Mason’s eyes:
“I understand your position, but before terminating the pregnancy, I have one request. I want to keep this test result–something to remember that this child once existed.”
That was the first time I ever saw a flicker of genuine sympathy in Mason’s eyes, even if it vanished
instantly.
“Aria, I’ll make it up to you someday.”
I managed a smile before they wheeled me into the operating room.
Mason, there won’t be any “someday” for us anymore.
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