I sat there to make a decision.
The person who had shattered Zane's family had returned.
That person would surely face legal punishment, perhaps even death.
And I had paid my dues for six years.
This time.
I was determined to part ways with Zane for good.
Never to see each other again for the rest of our lives...
"Aurora, open the door."
Zane's voice suddenly came from the door, pounding against it.
Afraid of disturbing the neighbors, I reluctantly opened the door.
It was raining outside.
Raindrops fell densely, and the world hummed with a low, continuous sound.
The air felt oppressive.
Zane pushed the door open.
Backlit, I couldn't see his expression.
I sat calmly on the sofa and told him calmly, "Zane, we can finally be done with each other."
Zane was clearly taken aback, loosening his tie which seemed to be choking him.
The atmosphere around him grew heavier.
I spoke without hesitation, eager to continue, "The police have found that person. The law will not let him go unpunished, so—"
"So what? Are you going to take revenge on me now?"
Zane clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, his voice rising:
"You should go to the hospital and see what you've done to Elodie!"
I looked up, perplexed and confused.
"What happened to Elodie?"
"What are you pretending?"
Zane pushed me hard, and I fell to the floor. He stood over me.
"I forced you to have an abortion, so now you want to get even by killing my child and leaving?"
"What difference is there between you and your murderer father?"
From his words, I guessed that his wife was in the hospital.
But I...
I curled up on the cold floor, my chest heaving.
"Zane, the person who hurt Elodie wasn't me."
I struggled to breathe.
"The one who hurt me was you!"
Cold sweat dripped down uncontrollably.
A piercing pain shot through my abdomen.
The pain made my whole body tremble.
I clutched my stomach and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Zane, I'm pregnant—"
Fresh blood flowed steadily from beneath me, covering my body and hands in red.
"The doctor said this is my last chance to have a child."
I laughed softly. "Zane, are you satisfied now?"
Zane's pupils contracted, and his lips trembled.
"You... How did you get pregnant?"
The intense pain made me wail uncontrollably. I hugged my belly and screamed for my mother, heartbroken.
"Mom, it hurts so much."
He instinctively reached out to hug me but then turned away, his voice icy cold. "It's better this way. No need to go to the hospital for an abortion again." "It's better the child is gone, saves us a trip to the hospital."
At that moment, my heart turned to ashes, and I stopped struggling.
The room was so quiet that only my panting could be heard.
In just a second, Zane lost control and picked me up, carrying me out the door. "Aurora, you can't die!"
The heavens never favored me.
They always delivered a crushing blow just when I saw a glimmer of hope.
Do you know, heavens.
That the broken version of me also wanted to live well.
Resisting you is too exhausting.
Heavens, I submit to my fate.
I slowly closed my eyes, giving up on fighting for survival.
"Aurora, talk to me, okay? Don't do this. I was wrong, it was all my fault."
"I promise you, I won't let anything happen to the child."
"Aurora." He sounded like he was convincing both me and himself. "You'll be alright."
His tears fell on my face, his voice so desolate:
"Aurora, I beg you, don't fall asleep."
Zane, you finally understand my despair.
When we arrived at the hospital, Zane broke down, shouting, "Doctor, please, save my wife."
No matter how he cried and shouted, my heart remained still like a dead pool of water.
In the emergency room, the doctor spoke solemnly:
"Your wife had signs of a threatened miscarriage. Now with this hemorrhaging, the child can't be saved. Combined with her weak will to survive, the situation is very dangerous. We need to perform surgery immediately."
Zane collapsed to the ground, completely broken.
A scene flashed through my mind.
In high school, our class watched film.
Zane turned to look at me, the orange sunset casting a warm glow on his face, making him seem softer than the setting sun.
On the big screen behind us, the classic lines from male lead and female lead were playing.
Female lead said, "It's pitch black ahead. I can't see anything."
Male lead replied, "Not exactly. It's beautiful after dawn."
The smile on Zane's face grew warmer.
He leaned closer, looking intently at me. "It's beautiful after dawn."
It was at this moment that female lead fell in love with male lead.
And it was at this moment that I fell in love with Zane.
The sunset fell silently upon us, and we shared a smile.
But now, my sky would never brighten again.
