My heart suddenly ached, and my consciousness snapped out of the long reverie.
I heard someone urgently calling, "Carlee! Carlee!"
I opened my eyes, and once again, I was surrounded by the familiar white light and the sharp smell of disinfectant.
Charlie was at my bedside, hurriedly feeling my forehead.
"Carlee! You're finally awake!"
"I..."
As soon as I opened my mouth, my throat burned with pain.
"You've been unconscious for two whole days, do you have any idea how worried I was?"
I was unconscious for two days?
I tried hard to recall everything and quickly grabbed Charlie's hand.
"Cornelius...?"
Charlie's face darkened.
"He brought you to the hospital, called me, and then left."
I stared at her blankly.
I asked her, didn't Cornelius come back to see me?
But Charlie didn't answer me. She suddenly became serious.
"Carlee, you're pregnant. Did you know?"
I froze, staring at her, my eyes watering.
I... I'm pregnant?
I'm carrying Cornelius's child!
Our child!
Based on the timeline Charlie mentioned, it must have happened the night Cornelius got drunk, after the accident.
My heart ached—our first child, yet conceived under such circumstances.
I touched my stomach, wondering if the child could feel my sadness.
Charlie added that Cornelius had come back to check on me, but after confirming I was fine, he left again. She didn't even have time to tell him I was pregnant.
So he didn't know.
After Cornelius had proposed the divorce, I found new hope because of the pregnancy.
Would he be excited about our child?
After my body recovered, I immediately returned home.
With a heart full of nervousness and expectation, I opened the door only to find Greta lying on my favorite sofa, wearing my robe.
I froze, standing still.
When Greta saw me, she became excited.
"Ah! Carlee, you're back?"
Her provocative look was obvious as she pretended to be shy, clutching her chest:
"I... I didn't have any clothes, so Cornelius asked me to wear your robe. You're not mad, are you?"
My heart ached, but my face remained calm.
Cornelius walked out of the room, wearing a loose bathrobe.
He looked at me, and I desperately tried to hide the humiliation in my eyes.
It's okay, nothing really happened between them!
But Cornelius silently handed me a few papers.
I already had a sense of what was happening but didn't want to believe he would be so decisive.
The words "Divorce Agreement" appeared in my hands, shining brightly and painfully.
He coldly said, "Sign it. This apartment is yours, the one in the suburbs is yours too, and I'll give you an extra 3 million."
Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and I forced a bitter laugh.
How generous of him.
Even Greta showed a hint of jealousy.
But in the end, she was happy.
I ripped up the papers, staring stubbornly at Cornelius.
"I don't agree!"
I pointed at Greta and said, "Get her out! I have something to say to you!"
Greta immediately came over shamelessly, raising her chin proudly as she looked at me.
"Get it straight, Cornelius doesn't want you anymore, what are you still shamelessly saying?"
For a moment, I saw a trace of something different in Cornelius's eyes, a complicated emotion.
He still didn't listen to me, turning and going into the room with Greta.
I stroked my still-flat stomach, unable to stop my body from trembling.
I was outside, carrying Cornelius's child, while he was inside with another woman.
How absurd!
I took a deep breath.
Baby, daddy isn't like this, he just doesn't know how to face me.
I will stay with him. I won't give up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" I slammed on the door with all my strength.
"Cornelius, come out! Let me finish what I have to say!"
"Come out!"
After a while, Greta impatiently opened the door.
"Carlee, give it up. You're getting divorced, what's left to say? Aren't you embarrassed?"
I couldn't control my anger anymore and slapped Greta hard across the face.
"My personal matters with Cornelius are none of your business!"
"Am I embarrassing? We're not divorced yet, and you're shamelessly wearing my clothes and acting like this. Isn't it disgusting?"
"Carlee, you bitch!"
Greta couldn't pretend anymore and started fighting with me.
Taking advantage of Cornelius's position, she was stronger than me, and for a while, I couldn't block her wild slaps.
I heard Cornelius's footsteps running over.
He had once said he would always protect me.
But when Greta pushed me down the stairs, he still didn't reach me in time.
I only saw his shocked expression.
Then, I tumbled down the stairs, a sharp pain struck me, and I felt a hot flow beneath me.
In that instant, an unprecedented fear enveloped me.
My body was stiff and in pain. I saw Cornelius rushing toward me like a madman, panting heavily, kneeling before me.
I reached out to grab him.
"Cornelius, save our child..."
