"As for the dead fetus… take it out and dispose of it."
I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I finally opened my eyes, my body felt weak and heavy.
The first thing I saw was Sean, lying beside my bed, gripping my hand tightly.
The moment he noticed I was awake, his eyes reddened with emotion, and his voice trembled with concern.
"Marie… I’m sorry. If not for saving me, you and the baby wouldn’t have suffered this."
"I’ve already handed those people over to the police, but… the doctor said you were badly injured. They had to remove your uterus…"
"But don’t worry. Even without a child, I will never leave you. I still love you, Marie."
If I hadn’t overheard his words in the operating room, I might have been deeply moved by his devotion.
But now…
Watching him feign affection so effortlessly, I suddenly wanted to laugh.
So this is what love looks like to him—an act, played so convincingly.
He could pretend to love me so easily, yet his heart belonged to someone else.
But I’m done. I want no part of it anymore.
Seeing my silence, Sean assumed the anesthesia hadn’t fully worn off. He gently pulled the blanket over me before hurrying out of the room.