###Chapter 2
After scheduling the abortion, I went straight to Arthur’s parents’ house.
I didn’t beat around the bush, and spat, “I’m leaving Arthur.”
In the living room, the television was plastered with endless trending news about his new marriage.
#NBA Supernova Arthur’s Pregnant Bride
#Arthur Got Married Early, Million Girls Heartbroken
Someone had even bought an opening ad spot. As soon as the TV turned on, it was all about Arthur and Jennica kissing at the poolside.
He looked tall and powerful, while the bride clinging to his waist was delicate and sweet—together, they were the picture of a perfect match.
Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly turned off the TV and pulled me down onto the sofa with a forced smile.
“These two kids are just being silly. Don’t worry, they’re like siblings—they’re just messing around. It won’t affect your relationship with Arthur.”
I stared at her coldly and said nothing.
Whether they were true siblings or secret lovers, didn’t they know better than anyone?
Seeing how indifferent I was, her face fell. She crossed her arms and said stiffly, “Faith, when your family fell apart at fourteen, we took you in. Haven’t we treated you well all these years? Now you want to break off the engagement—what will people think of us? The Sullivan family still has a reputation to uphold in this city.”
I let out a faint smile, more mockery than warmth. “I remember everything you’ve done for me, and I’ll repay it—every bit of it.”
“But your son already has a bride. What exactly am I supposed to be?”
Mrs. Sullivan’s face twisted with displeasure. “You’ve misunderstood. Jennica has cancer. She only wanted a sweet wedding before the end. Arthur was just trying to fulfill her final wish.”
So getting her pregnant was part of fulfilling her dying wish too?
And as for why they wouldn’t let me leave Arthur—I already knew. I just didn’t feel like exposing them.
I stood up to leave, but Mrs. Sullivan grabbed my hand tightly. With just a glance from her, Mr. Sullivan made a call.
“Stop your training and get home now. Faith is at our place. How could you leave her unattended, knowing full well she’s pregnant?”
Mrs. Sullivan shoved me back onto the sofa, while Mr. Sullivan stood blocking the door.
Soon, Arthur came rushing in.
He dropped to his knees before me, opened an elegant Chanel box, and took out a necklace.
“I’m sorry, Faith. I was called away for urgent training last night—that’s why I couldn’t go to the hospital with you. I promise I’ll go with you for your next check-up. Please, forgive me this once, okay?”
The necklace sparkled in front of my eyes, but I didn’t feel touched.
Only bitter amusement.
Because that necklace was just a freebie—an accessory that came with the million-dollar jewelry he bought for Jennica.
Moreover, she had tossed it in the trash last night.
Mrs. Sullivan snatched it and forced it into my hands.
“See how much Arthur loves you? He got you such an expensive necklace! Now, make up already.”
Then she pushed me into Arthur’s arms.
“Sweetheart, let’s go home.”
Without giving me a chance to resist, Arthur scooped me up and carefully placed me in the passenger seat of his car.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
It was an email from Hendrix, packed with wedding themes and dress designs.
[Pick your favorite. Take your time.]
I stared, wide-eyed in disbelief.
He had researched all my favorite brands and even reached out to the most elite wedding dress designers.
I've been dating Arthur for six years, yet he still doesn't know what I like
The ring that nearly crushed my finger, the heels that hurt so badly I cried—only in the past two days did I realize they were all Jennica’s exact size.
My eyes stung with tears, my heart churning with a storm of bittersweet emotions.
Then Hendrix ended his message, firm and unapologetic.
[I told you when we got our marriage license—I'm not the kind of man who returns or exchanges. Be ready to be my bride for life.]
I instinctively pushed down the sour ache in my chest and smiled faintly.
“What are you smiling at?”
Arthur turned his head slightly, confused—and perhaps a little uneasy.
“Nothing. I just saw something funny in the news,” I said, turning my head away.
But as I looked down, something under the seat caught my eye.
A pair of pink lace panties.
Stained with fresh... white residue.
My stomach churned.
Had they just been here—right in this car?
Disgust flooded me. I rolled down the window and started gagging uncontrollably.
“Faith! Are you having morning sickness?”
Panicked, Arthur pulled over and wrapped his arms around me, his large hand gently rubbing my back.
“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you suffer...”
He lowered his head and kissed the tears at the corner of my eyes.
Once, I found comfort in his tenderness.
Now, all I could smell was the sickly sweet perfume left by Jennica on his neck—and it made me want to retch again.
I turned my head, dodging the kiss that was about to land on my lips.
His body froze.
After a long silence, he simply kissed my hair and said softly, “Let’s go home and rest.”
'This was the 86th time, Arthur. And I swear—I’ll give you exactly what you want. Once and for all.'
