When I woke up, it was already late at night. I was the only one in the dark ward. A nurse came in, handed me a glass of water and helped me sit up.
She looked at my bandaged arms and couldn't help but sigh. "Miss, you just had an abortion and now you're like this again? Please take care of yourself and rest more."
I closed my eyes, letting the bitterness and pain wash over me.
After thanking her quietly, I opened my phone. The first thing I saw was a post from Sam on his feed. "Indeed, only Julian cares about Anne."
The photo showed Julian sitting on a hospital bed. At the same time, Anne rested her head on his lap, smiling happily and contentedly. A scumbag and a shameless woman—no wonder people say they're made for each other.
The ache in my chest turned into numbness. I forced myself to push the sadness aside. They didn't deserve my tears or my pain.
I logged into my mobile banking app and checked my account. Thankfully, the $14.000 I had saved for myself was still there. I calmly transferred the money into my account.
My marriage with Julian also came to an end with the loss of this child.