Love Story4–Chapter 1
At five months pregnant, Ronan Whitmore decided to give away all the baby supplies I had carefully prepared. He didn’t even ask.
“Sienna’s been struggling financially,” he said casually. “It’s the least I can do to help her out.”
Then he added, “By the way, Aurora’s baby shower is on the 17th next month. I’m planning to give her this house as well.”
I stared at the faint red wedding decals on the wall and the empty nursery,
My heart shattered.
n, I found the real bombshell–a thick stack of property papers with a termination consent form buried in between.
I shoved the papers toward him.
“If that’s the case, don’t forget the funeral next month.”
Ronan barely glanced up.
“Whose funeral?” he asked without looking away from his phone.
He signed every document I handed him, as he always did.
In our five years together and one year of marriage, we knew each other inside out–or at least I thought we did.
“Some baby with the last name Whitmore,” I said coldly.
He finally looked up.
“What a coincidence. Same last name,
huh?”
I gave him a bitter smile and walked away, clutching the papers.
As I reached the door, he grabbed me, pulling me into his arms.
“Evangeline,” he said softly, like his words weren’t knives.
“Ifknow you’re upset about me giving the house to Arden’s kid. But she grew up as a princess–rich, pampered.”
“Now, she’s divorced and has nothing. She’s just trying to survive. Can’t we be understanding?”
I stayed silent.
“You’re a mother too,” he pressed. “You should know what that feels like.”
Every word sliced deeper, but I said nothing.
He had no idea what I’d sacrificed for him–cut ties with my family, stood by him when they refused to accept us.
Even when I told my parents I was pregnant, they refused to see me.
I blinked back the tears and thought about my father raising a chair to hit me the day I told them I was marrying Ronan.
Back then, Ronan had shielded me with his body, his shirt soaked in blood.
He smiled through the pain and said, “I’ll never let anything happen to you. Not in this lifetime.”
I took a deep breath, clinging to that memory as if it could bring back the man I once loved.
“Can you come with me to my prenatal checkup today?” I asked.
“The baby hasn’t heard your voice yet.”
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