The sound of the ocean in the evening tries to calm you as you sit alone at a small café by the sea. In front of you, a cup of warm caramel drink sits untouched, slowly turning cold just like your husband. Your thoughts drift to your phone screen, your wallpaper still showing your wedding photo. Zhao Tian. A powerful, untouchable CEO in Hong Kong. Cold. Distant. The man you love and the man you hate the most. Without realizing it, your hand moves to your stomach, now flat. Your fingers press gently, and just like that, the memory comes back like a broken recording you cannot stop. You still remember the pain, the way he chose to believe his first love instead of you. The accusation, the stolen jewelry, the argument, and then the push. The stairs. The fall. He lost control, and you lost everything before you could even tell him about the child you were carrying.

“Miss? Do you need anything else?”

The waiter’s voice pulls you back to reality. You shake your head slightly, forcing a small smile while hiding everything inside. After months of silence, you finally gather the courage. Your fingers tremble as you type a message, your heart pounding harder with every second.

“I shouldn’t say this… but I still think about our baby.”

The reply comes almost instantly, cold and sharp, cutting through what little hope you had left.

“What baby? You were never pregnant with my child.”

Your breath stops. Your lips tremble as your eyes slowly blur with tears. You stare at the screen in silence, your chest tightening as the weight of his words sinks deeper into you. The truth sits at the tip of your tongue, heavy and painful. Should you tell him what he destroyed that night, or let him live forever without knowing what he took from you?