Dominic didn’t understand why I’d asked that question. I pressed on. "If you liked me, why did you never buy me birthday presents? Why didn't you want to travel with me? Why did you let another woman get pregnant, and even take wedding photos with her?" "My heart feels things too; I can be hurt," I said. "If this is your idea of liking someone, I'm not interested." With each sentence, Dominic's face grew paler. Past memories flooded his mind. He wanted to refute me, but he found that every memory confirmed my words. Each incident, each action, was something he'd done, leaving him speechless. Finally, he could only stammer about Beverly. "I was only kind to Beverly because I mistook her for you. If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have..." "Enough!" I interrupted. Did he think the biggest problem between us stemmed from Beverly? Apparently, after two years, he still hadn't understood the real issue. "Even without Beverly, there would have been someone else," I said
The expected pain didn't come. I turned around quickly, only to see Dominic standing behind me, one hand clutching his abdomen, his face ashen. Blood continued to well up from the wound. Seeing him about to collapse, I caught him, immediately dialing 911 with my other hand. Dominic's consciousness was already fading, intense pain consuming his mind. He struggled to open his eyes, seeing my anxious expression, and managed a weak smile. The pain from his ripped abdomen was excruciating. My focus was on stopping the bleeding; I pressed down on the wound. Seeing his eyelids droop, I shouted, "Hold on, Dominic! Don't sleep! The paramedics are coming. You have to hold on!" Just before he lost consciousness, he heard the sirens. The paramedics rushed him onto the stretcher, applying pressure to the wound while notifying the hospital to prepare for emergency surgery. Dominic looked at me, my face full of panic, before finally losing consciousness. After three h
Dominic weakly curled his lips. "Worth it." "It must have hurt you just as much when you saved me." Seeing how difficult it was for him to speak, I urged him to rest and stop talking. He shook his head, speaking slowly but firmly. "I didn't intentionally follow you. After you said those things yesterday, I thought a lot, and I understood." "I'm sorry for how I treated you. I carelessly wasted your feelings for me. I just want to tell you that I regret it. I've been hesitant about how to say it, and then I saw the robber pull out a knife. My only thought was to prevent you from getting hurt." I never expected to hear those words from Dominic. Years ago, I would have been moved by his change. But now, everything had changed. I was no longer the woman deeply in love with Dominic. I only felt gratitude towards him, nothing more. Seeing my silence, Dominic understood my current feelings. But he still wanted to make one last attempt. "If Beverly hadn't been involved,
I agreed, and later that evening, I had someone deliver the invitation and a box of chocolate to Dominic. He unwrapped a chocolate, slowly putting it in his mouth. It seemed like he hadn't felt sweetness in a long time. Many guests attended the wedding, including my professors and colleagues from the lab, even those who were on vacation. My professor patted Marcus on the shoulder excitedly. "Great! You snagged Jane. You're a lucky guy!" My colleagues joined in with good-natured teasing. Looking at the man in the black suit beside me, I felt my happiness overflow. It was only after meeting Marcus that I understood what unconditional love felt like. The ceremony began. I walked down the aisle with my father, towards Marcus. My father placed my hand in Marcus's. "I entrust my daughter to you." Marcus promised my father, "Rest assured, I will cherish her for the rest of my life." Then came the vows, the exchange of rings, and the kiss. Thunderous applause and ch
“I’ve explained this to you a thousand times—Beverly has cancer and only a year left. Her biggest wish is to leave her family with a child. She saved my life once, and now I have to help her fulfill this wish!”I’d heard this script from Dominic Pearson countless times over the past two weeks.When he first proposed the idea, I’d shut it down immediately.But he wouldn’t drop it, nagging me daily. His tone had shifted too—from tentative pleading to righteous anger, as if I were the villain for refusing.Since when did repaying a life debt require fathering a child?Consistent arguments had drained me. I no longer had the energy to reason with him. Instead, I stared at the man I’d loved for five years and asked, voice trembling, “Dominic, our wedding is in two weeks. Now you want to have a baby with another woman? What am I to you?”For the first time, Dominic seemed to notice the storm cloud of despair hanging over me. His tone softened slightly.“Jane, I know this is hard… but
It was a prenatal report—and the patient’s name was Beverly.The listed conception date made my head spin.Three weeks pregnant.Which meant Dominic and Beverly had undergone IVF over a month ago.He’d never planned to discuss this with me—never intended to ask for my consent.So why had he hounded me about it daily? To absolve his guilt? What did I even mean to him?My legs buckled, and I sank to the floor.I felt my heart clenched, strangling every breath.No wonder Dominic had rushed out earlier, grinning like a fool after that call.He’d known. They did a good job. Beverly was pregnant.He was probably at the hospital with her now, clinking champagne glasses over their twisted “miracle.”I pressed my palms against my eyelids, but the image of that report burned brighter.How could the man I’d loved for decades become another woman’s child’s father?Two months ago, he’d tearfully accepted my proposal. I’d booked the cathedral and chosen a lace gown for our wedding.I’d
Dominic didn’t come home that night, and I didn’t call to ask where he was.I’d already seen Beverly’s social media updates.After leaving the hospital, they’d rushed to her family’s house to announce the pregnancy. In the photos, Beverly’s grandmother clasped Dominic’s hand warmly while he rested his other palm on Beverly’s belly, smiling like a doting husband.For five years together, Dominic had only visited my family once—after accepting my proposal. Despite living just 30 minutes away, he’d never bothered before, claiming he “felt awkward around elders.” Even that single visit had been stiffly polite, nothing like the tender ease he showed with Beverly’s family.I swallowed the bitterness and turned off my phone.The next day, I met friends to break the news about canceling the wedding.Dominic had always hated ceremonies, calling them “pointless pomp.” I’d fought to keep ours small—just close family and friends. Now, their shocked reactions stung:“You’ve loved him for dec
“I can't take wedding photos with you tomorrow.” My eyes flicked to the calendar where “PHOTOSHOOT” glared under tomorrow’s date. I had no idea why Dominic wanted to cancel. Honestly, I didn't want to get married anyway. Even if Dominic hadn't said anything, I would have found an excuse to call it off. His suggestion was a huge relief. I nodded. "Okay, I'll call the photographer and cancel it." The words were barely out when Dominic's eyes widened. He hadn't expected such a quick, easy agreement. He'd probably anticipated questions, a whole interrogation. After all, I'd meticulously planned every detail of the wedding, spending ages researching. Even the photographer for the shoot was a pricey last-minute addition, secured only after I'd significantly increased the fee to jump the queue. He'd expected a fight. Instead, I was calm. Dominic looked at me, his expression a confusing mix of emotions. "Don't cancel," he said. "Beverly said she'll probably never
I agreed, and later that evening, I had someone deliver the invitation and a box of chocolate to Dominic. He unwrapped a chocolate, slowly putting it in his mouth. It seemed like he hadn't felt sweetness in a long time. Many guests attended the wedding, including my professors and colleagues from the lab, even those who were on vacation. My professor patted Marcus on the shoulder excitedly. "Great! You snagged Jane. You're a lucky guy!" My colleagues joined in with good-natured teasing. Looking at the man in the black suit beside me, I felt my happiness overflow. It was only after meeting Marcus that I understood what unconditional love felt like. The ceremony began. I walked down the aisle with my father, towards Marcus. My father placed my hand in Marcus's. "I entrust my daughter to you." Marcus promised my father, "Rest assured, I will cherish her for the rest of my life." Then came the vows, the exchange of rings, and the kiss. Thunderous applause and ch
Dominic weakly curled his lips. "Worth it." "It must have hurt you just as much when you saved me." Seeing how difficult it was for him to speak, I urged him to rest and stop talking. He shook his head, speaking slowly but firmly. "I didn't intentionally follow you. After you said those things yesterday, I thought a lot, and I understood." "I'm sorry for how I treated you. I carelessly wasted your feelings for me. I just want to tell you that I regret it. I've been hesitant about how to say it, and then I saw the robber pull out a knife. My only thought was to prevent you from getting hurt." I never expected to hear those words from Dominic. Years ago, I would have been moved by his change. But now, everything had changed. I was no longer the woman deeply in love with Dominic. I only felt gratitude towards him, nothing more. Seeing my silence, Dominic understood my current feelings. But he still wanted to make one last attempt. "If Beverly hadn't been involved,
The expected pain didn't come. I turned around quickly, only to see Dominic standing behind me, one hand clutching his abdomen, his face ashen. Blood continued to well up from the wound. Seeing him about to collapse, I caught him, immediately dialing 911 with my other hand. Dominic's consciousness was already fading, intense pain consuming his mind. He struggled to open his eyes, seeing my anxious expression, and managed a weak smile. The pain from his ripped abdomen was excruciating. My focus was on stopping the bleeding; I pressed down on the wound. Seeing his eyelids droop, I shouted, "Hold on, Dominic! Don't sleep! The paramedics are coming. You have to hold on!" Just before he lost consciousness, he heard the sirens. The paramedics rushed him onto the stretcher, applying pressure to the wound while notifying the hospital to prepare for emergency surgery. Dominic looked at me, my face full of panic, before finally losing consciousness. After three h
Dominic didn’t understand why I’d asked that question. I pressed on. "If you liked me, why did you never buy me birthday presents? Why didn't you want to travel with me? Why did you let another woman get pregnant, and even take wedding photos with her?" "My heart feels things too; I can be hurt," I said. "If this is your idea of liking someone, I'm not interested." With each sentence, Dominic's face grew paler. Past memories flooded his mind. He wanted to refute me, but he found that every memory confirmed my words. Each incident, each action, was something he'd done, leaving him speechless. Finally, he could only stammer about Beverly. "I was only kind to Beverly because I mistook her for you. If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have..." "Enough!" I interrupted. Did he think the biggest problem between us stemmed from Beverly? Apparently, after two years, he still hadn't understood the real issue. "Even without Beverly, there would have been someone else," I said
Before I could answer, his expression turned agitated. "I can explain. I thought Beverly was my savior; I never had any feelings for her, and nothing happened between us." "Only after you left... after you left, I realized..." Dominic choked back sobs, tears welling in his eyes. After a long moment, he composed himself. "That the person who saved me on New Year's Eve six years ago was you. I had the wrong person." Dominic looked at me, his eyes red with regret, guilt, and frustration, but also a hint of hidden expectation. He hoped that knowing the truth would make me forgive him and reconcile with him. Unfortunately, he miscalculated. Hearing that the savior he referred to was from New Year's Eve six years ago, I was indeed surprised. When Dominic first introduced Beverly to me, he hadn't specified when she'd saved him. And after I woke up in the hospital that year, I avoided mentioning that night in front of Dominic. That was the source of the misunderstanding. Even now,
My parents sat beside me, looking equally troubled. When I'd canceled the wedding two years ago, I hadn't told them the real reason, only that I wanted to focus on my research. Therefore, in their eyes, the responsibility for the canceled wedding lay primarily with our family. Even though they always felt Dominic's feelings for me weren't very deep, they still felt guilty towards him. Over the past two years, although I hadn't returned home, Dominic would periodically appear downstairs in our apartment building. He never came upstairs, but my parents sensed he was looking for me. In the last six months, it was almost every other day. My parents had tried to persuade him to stop coming. After all, my decision to cancel the wedding had been firm. Furthermore, I was in the lab and hadn't come home, so his vigil was pointless. But they'd witnessed his persistence over the two years, softening their previously negative impression of him. They'd even privately disc
I was utterly exasperated by his statement. Was I supposed to hire an actor to deceive him? I didn't care what he thought. But I was also puzzled. He'd always been aloof, no matter how much I did for him. I almost thought his heart was made of stone; it was impossible to warm him. Only Beverly's appearance revealed his capacity for tenderness. Two years ago, I chose to withdraw, to let them be. But now he acted as if he still deeply loved me? Even if Beverly had passed away from cancer, his attitude shouldn't be this way. "Excuse me, Marcus is my legitimate fiancé," I said. "Our wedding is on the 18th of this month—ten days from now." My words were like thunder in Dominic's ears. His eyes instantly reddened. He couldn't accept it, couldn't accept his beloved marrying another man! But I had lost interest in engaging with him. I didn't want an irrelevant person to ruin my welcome party. I gestured for everyone to move to another location. As we passed
Before Dominic reached the private room, he even went to the restroom to adjust his clothes in the mirror. He initially just planned to have dinner, not expecting to see Jane. But after learning of her presence, he couldn't wait for another encounter. He quickly tidied himself up and went to the door of the private room. Before opening the door, he'd imagined Jane's possible reactions: she might still be angry and unforgiving, or she might have moved on, treating him as a mere acquaintance. He believed he could accept either outcome. As long as he saw Jane again, he was confident he could rekindle her feelings. He never considered, however, that she would have a boyfriend, and be on the verge of marriage. The word "fiancé" was like a bucket of ice water, chilling him to the bone. His heart felt like it was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe. He desperately hoped Jane would say it was a joke, that Marcus was just her junior colleague. But she didn't. He
Two years later, Concordia Airport. I pushed my luggage, occasionally glancing around at the changes. The lab's first experiment took two years, unexpectedly. But the results were perfect, and my professor gave us a two-month break. I was finally back in Concordia. For a moment, I felt a pang of emotion; it had been two years since I left this city. But things were different… My gaze softened as I saw Marcus's excited figure beside me. Two years ago, I left alone. Now, we were returning together. And this time, we had an important task to accomplish. Marcus checked his watch, grabbed my wrist, and started jogging. "Jane, we're going to be late!" When Alexa learned I was returning to Concordia, she immediately insisted on throwing a welcome party. Two years apart, we needed to catch up. I missed my old friends, so I agreed. The party was scheduled for the day we landed. We arrived at the restaurant just as the appointed time arrived. Marcus pulled me hurriedly inside.