Jimena suddenly started hemorrhaging, her blood streaming down her thighs, drop by drop, falling onto the floor.
The blood spread across the ground, a horrifying sight.
Jimena looked horrified, breaking down in tears. "Theodore, please save our child!"
Theodore Sinclair's face went pale, and in a panic, he rushed to hold Jimena and ran out.
"Don't worry, Jimena, I'll take you to the hospital right now. Everything will be fine!"
The celebration was abruptly cut short due to the emergency.
A crowd of people rushed to the hospital.
As for me, I had no interest in joining this commotion and calmly left the hotel.
Once home, I dialed my best friend's number.
"Lola, about that rural teaching project you mentioned, I've decided to go with you."
"Are you sure?" Lola sounded surprised. "Those places are so remote. If you go, you won't be able to come back for years. Do you think Theodore will agree to let you go?"
"I've already divorced him."
"Alright then," Lola knew the rift between Theodore and me had long existed and didn't ask further. "I'll make the arrangements. We'll leave in a week."
"Sounds good."
That evening, I received a call from Theodore.
He seemed to still be at the hospital, with the background noise of commotion and his tired voice. "Theodora, Jimena lost the baby."
"Oh, my condolences."
There was a brief silence before Theodore asked hoarsely, "Theodora, who's the divorce certificate you showed me today for?"
I didn't answer directly, merely responding coldly, "Theodore, it's over between us." Before he could reply, I quickly hung up and blocked all his contact details. Six years of marriage, ten years of entanglement, and in this moment, it was finally all over.
...
Theodore stood there, hearing only the busy signal at the other end of the line. A strange feeling of irritation welled up within him.
He massaged his head and returned to the hospital room.
Jimena had barely been saved from the brink of death. Not only had she lost the baby, but due to massive blood loss, her uterus had to be removed.
She lay weakly in bed, her eyes red with sorrow as she lamented, "Theodore, it must have been Jayla… she must've killed our baby!"
"Enough!" Theodore snapped, his face dark with displeasure. "Stop blaming everything on Theodora! You haven't seen her in half a month—how could she have hurt you?"
Tears poured from Jimena's eyes as she screamed, "Then why did my baby die?!"
"You have a weak constitution. Who can you blame for that?" Theodore's tone was now harsh, no longer the gentle one he usually used. "Enough with the crying! You can't even keep a child, and yet you're still here crying!"
"Theodore, how can you say that to me?" Jimena stared at him in shock.
Theodore's patience snapped, and he pulled at his tie as he turned to leave. In the corridor, he collided with a doctor.
"Mr. Sinclair, it's you." The doctor started a conversation. "I mentioned the third-generation IVF method to your wife before. Have you thought about it?"
"What IVF?" Theodore froze, confused.
"Didn't your wife tell you? It's because of a chromosomal issue on your end. If you try natural conception, the embryo will stop developing at a certain point, leading to miscarriage. That's why your wife has had multiple miscarriages. But if you go for third-generation IVF screening, you might be able to avoid this problem..."
The rest of the doctor's words were lost on Theodore. His mind was buzzing, and everything felt like a blank.
So, the reason they hadn't had children in six years of marriage was because of him? Theodore couldn't comprehend this, and the urge to confront me about it suddenly surged. He rushed home in haste.
Arriving home, he froze as he remembered that I had already moved out. He took out his phone to call me.
But when he dialed, he found his number had been blocked.
Theodore's heart thudded. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the frustration building in his chest. Just as he was about to head out to find me, the doorbell rang.
It was a local delivery.
Theodore took the envelope from the delivery person. Opening it, he found a brand new divorce certificate. He hesitated for a moment before opening it, and then both his name and "Jayla" stood out starkly on the document. Theodore was struck as if by lightning.
When had they divorced?
