Chapter 3

The next morning, when I woke up, Harry had specially prepared breakfast.

He brought the breakfast to my side, his gaze falling on the corners of my eyes, and gently wiped my tears away.

"Don't cry so early in the morning. You won’t be pretty if you cry."

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, but it lacked the love he had for Emily.

I had once loved those features of his, because back then, his eyes were filled with love for me.

But now, everything had changed.

Halfway through breakfast, Emily arrived with a tote bag.

Watching her familiar figure enter the Somerfield family's residence felt as if she were the true mistress of this home.

Emily naturally placed the bag on the table and then pulled out a chair to sit next to Harry.

The moment Harry saw her, the calmness in his eyes was instantly replaced by affection.

The fleeting emotion in his eyes pierced my heart.

He claimed to have feelings for me, yet maintained an intimate relationship with Emily.

But if he didn’t have feelings for me, yet he was willing to comfort me.

I desperately tried to suppress my emotions, trying not to explode in another argument with Harry.

When Emily noticed my gaze on her, a smug smile appeared on her face.

She opened her tote bag and presented the oat porridge to me.

"I have to thank Hailey for helping me with my live stream last time. Otherwise, Harry and I wouldn't have reached a million followers. I made this oat porridge myself early this morning, just to thank you, Hailey."

Her words struck my heart like a dagger.

I wanted to forget that Harry had thrown me into the crocodile pit.

But that incident lingered in my mind like a shadow that wouldn’t fade away.

After all, he was my husband whom I loved for seven years, and I always thought about giving him one more chance.

But was Emily trying to provoke me with her words?

After she finished speaking, Harry thoughtfully brought her a new set of cutlery from the kitchen.

Seeing his gentle and considerate demeanor, I realized he had never treated me this way. I had always cared for him.

I realized I had been the joke all along.

I set the cutlery aside and looked at Emily.

"Don’t you know Harry is married? Even if you’re friends, it’s not appropriate to be so intimate. Take your oat porridge away. I don’t want it."

Emily glanced at me, her attitude suddenly aggressive, and then pretended to be pitiful, hiding behind Harry.

Seeing his first love upset, Harry quickly pulled her into his embrace.

"Emily has never cooked for anyone before. She’s doing this for you, just have a bite. How can someone in their late 20s not understand basic social etiquette? Stop being so dramatic."

Watching him protect Emily made my heart sink.

Why was her little temperament seen as lively and cute, while my stance was deemed dramatic?

I threw the oat porridge she had handed me aside.

"Stop pretending. I don’t need your food, just leave!"

My hand hadn’t even touched her, but in the next moment, she suddenly cried out.

"Hailey, even if you hate me, you can’t intentionally burn me with the oat porridge!"

Harry hurriedly took Emily to the kitchen, repeatedly rinsing her hand with cold water.

Seeing the two of them together completely disappointed me.

It seemed our marriage really had no reason to continue.

I turned and walked to the bedroom, preparing to pack my things and leave, when Harry grabbed my sleeve.

"Stop trying to avoid things. I really don’t have the energy to comfort you. Emily’s hand is burned; hurry up and apologize!"

I looked at Emily's hand, which showed no sign of being burned by the porridge; it was clearly reddened from Harry's rinsing.

"If I said I didn’t burn her hand with the oat porridge, would you believe me?"

Harry's expression turned cold as he pushed me back forcefully.

"I’m pushing you to apologize to Emily. If you’re this stubborn again, then there’s really no need for this marriage to continue."

At that moment, when he pushed me to the ground, my body hit the corner of the table due to the momentum.

In the next instant, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and I instinctively curled up.

I sensed blood trickling from my abdomen and shouted his name.

"My lower abdomen hurts so much. Harry, take me to the hospital!"

But Harry didn’t look back at me and just left with Emily.

He then said, "If you don’t want to admit your mistakes, don’t use this as an excuse. Since you love to put on a show, you can stay down."

Before I completely lost consciousness, I used my last bit of strength to call for an ambulance.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

The doctor shook his head regretfully. "Ms. Rane, you’ve had a miscarriage."

The doctor’s words struck me like lightning.

I instinctively touched my flat abdomen, where a life had once grown, but it was gone now.

I closed my eyes to accept it all.

At that moment, Harry called.

His tone was impatient on the other end of the line. "I can forgive you for hurting Emily, but to make up for it, transfer 10 thousand dollars to my account. I want to take her out for some fresh air."

Harry's nonchalant words completely broke my heart.

"To think you can go travel with someone else right after losing your own child. Harry, you truly are one of a kind."