I dragged my suitcase toward the door. As I passed through the living room, my eyes landed on the wedding photo hanging on the wall. A wave of nausea rose in my throat. Without hesitation, I yanked the frame off the wall and slammed it onto the floor. The glass shattered, and the fragments sliced across Julian’s face in the photo. Only then did my annoyance ease a little. Just then, I heard the sound of the front door unlocking. Julian stepped inside while Tiffany patiently waited for him to fetch her slippers. They had been chatting merrily but froze the moment they saw me. Julian lowered his gaze to the suitcase in my hand. His expression instantly turned sour as he sneered. “What now? You didn’t manage to fool me with the lie about the baby dying, so now you’re pulling the dramatic runaway act?” He stared at my tired, bloodshot eyes, his voice laced with irritation. “How many times do I have to tell you that Tiffany has a heart condition? If her anemia got worse, it could’ve killed her. It was one blood bag. Do you seriously have to make such a big deal out of it?” Then, Julian turned back to Tiffany with a gentle smile. He bent down, opened the shoe cabinet, and knelt to help her into her slippers.
She Got His Time, I Lost My Child
Status: Ongoing
