Love's Second Life: Rebuilding From Scratch1
After my miscarriage, Arthur Hastings didn't even ask how I was doing. Instead, he took his junior colleague, Aria Clementine, out for a spicy barbeque.
You only lost a child, he said. "Aria, on the other hand, lost the joy of eating spicy food!"
The two of them were having a grand time, chatting and laughing.
Then Aria made a high-profile declaration of love to him on Instagram: [My nervousness is yours, my love letters are yours, my sleepless nights are yours, the April mornings are yours.]
I replied in the comments: [The man I don't want is yours, too.]
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During my period, I experienced unbearable abdominal pain and went to the hospital for a checkup, only to discover I had a chemical pregnancy.
When I told Arthur the results, he just said, "There will be others," and hastily hung up the phone.
He was always been so sparing with his words.
Even the loss of a life couldn't stir any emotion in him.
However, this morning, when he received a call from Aria, his usual composure was replaced with uncontainable joy.
Aria invited him to look at houses with her, and Arthur agreed without hesitation.